Continental Hero Senki

"Do you have any idea why I called you?

"... I understand"

Royal Cadet School, Classroom of the third set of classes of the first academic year.

I'm where I am.

"That's right, no one thinks anything of this when they see it?

"... Yes"

The entrance exam was easy.

Oh, my God. The contents of the elementary school + my physical fitness test were all I had.

Sometimes I was from a farmer, and the military had the minimum physical strength they needed, and the grades were pretty good in elementary school.

But the problem is my grades since I started school.

"What the hell is this grade!

Bocco.

The teacher in charge is straight to the right. It sounded good and I blew up a few meters. I bled a little because of the cut in my mouth. It hurts, Doctor.

"I've never had a student with such terrible grades before."

"Excuse me."

Apparently, I was dumber than I imagined. Apparently, cadet schools don't count on elementary school grades. It's obvious, though.

I have a transcript from the first half of the midterm exam that my teacher just gave me.

More or less like this.

Swordsmanship 28 points

Archery 5 points

Magic 53 points

Equestrian 14 points

Arithmetic 85 points

96 Tactics

Strategy point 93

War History 89 points

Hahahahahahahahaha.

Yeah, great score while I'm at it. Especially when I just saw the bow score.

Naturally, but it's all 100 points. The red dot is less than 60 points.

You're taking a good point in your class, aren't you? About 40 out of 53 magic points is magic theory. The remaining 13 points are magic tricks.

There was no such thing as witchcraft in the past life, and you're working pretty hard on it, aren't you?

The only problem is the sword, the bow, the horse.

Well, there's no one in my last life who can handle swords, bows and horses, so I can't help it. That's what you're gonna do.

"You, if you stay like this, you're expelled in the first half of the first grade, right?

"... Yes"

That's right.

Here, the Royal Cadet School is a tuition free luxury school.

This is the only luxury school in the world that receives full tuition assistance from the state.

However, it must be in the military for a period of 10 years after graduation in principle. Otherwise they charge tuition.

And that's the same even if you're expelled.

...... ha. Depression.

"Do something by the end of the period. Above"

"Yes."

"My voice is low!

"Yes!"

"Uhm. You may sit down"

I apologize to my parents if I drop out. Tuition should be quite a burden for a farmer who can't be described as wealthy.

For all I've said, we have to work hard here. Even if I say I have memories of a previous life, my parents are my parents.

... The question is how do I score 55 more bows? I feel faster handing it under my sleeve.

"Yuzef is pretty poor, isn't he? I knew it."

"Uuch."

The girl in the next seat spoke to me. You can die now.

"Isn't Sarah an idiot, too? Tactics. How many points?

"… 18 points"

"What's the strategy?

"25 points"

The history of war..., my fist flew in where I was about to say.

"Ugh! I'm gonna hit you!

"Don't tell me after you hit me!?"

Well, if you did something like that cont, the instructor would naturally release these words.

"You two are the May flies! Stand in the hallway!!"

◇ ◇

Well, Sarah Marinovska is the one who sticks out with a bucket next to me.

A violent woman with long red hair, fishing eyes, fists before her mouth and, in some cases, swords. My specialty is swordsmanship, bowing, and equestrian. My specialty is studying.

A quick story is the brain muscle.

Then you two should leave school in the first half of the year.

"Right."

Can someone guide me to swordsmanship equestrian bowing? Chillah.

Ah.

"... Huh"

……

Shit. Eyes on each other.

"Hey."

"Hey."

I wore it.

Shit, you're embarrassing this.

In the meantime, go ahead and gesture.

"Tell me about your studies. Because I teach you practical skills."

I feel good. I thought I'd say the same to you.

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

Sarah Marinovska.

That's my name.

70% of cadets are aristocrats. Son of the Duke's house, son of the cabinet...... what a rare story.

Neither do I.

Even so, I'm not in such a great position. Among the aristocrats is the knight (Cavalier) class daughter at the bottom.

Assuming it's only a knight (Cavalier), I've trained in combat since I was a young girl. The knight is here to defend the future of this country.

That's what I thought and encouraged my training every day.

What I learned from my father was swordsmanship, bowing, and equestrianism.

Unfortunately, magic is outside my father's specialty, so I can only use magic to the extent that I learn it in elementary school.

And one day, my father ordered me to "go to cadet school".

I was a poor aristocrat who also had trouble with the food of the day, so let's make my daughter come out and have an easy life, there would have been such a deliberate reason.

But I followed what my father said, knowing it.

Think of it as the role of those born into the Cavalier class.

The entrance exam was no problem. Probably because my father taught me martial arts scores were high. I couldn't handle intermediate magic, but they told me I should learn that after I got into cadet school.

Now that I think about it, my teacher might have rated me a "freshman of expectations". What can I say for myself, but I did have something better to say martial arts than the people around me.

And I enrolled in cadet school.

The seat pulled my leg and settled on top of the inside when I entered school, but I still think it was a satisfactory result to begin with.

But I'm also certain that I had vague anxiety when I was just in school.

That may be natural. I can't believe I'm only 12 years old and talk about "defending my country" or "the role of a knight".

It was a man by the name of Yuzef Waresa, who would sit next to me in the classroom, who somewhat dispelled that anxiety.

He is a cadet from a peasant, rare in this cadet school. The type is the opposite of me, the martial arts are overwhelmingly bad, and I'm good at reverse seating.

Within the third group, they call it "unnecessary man from head to bottom" as early as possible.

After the results of the first half interim exam were announced, Yuzef and I were to work with each other to score exams and work to avoid school leaving.

He teaches me seating and I teach him martial arts.

This is an equestrian coaching ground on the cadet school property, and it's a leftover equestrian class.

"How many equestrian points is Sarah?

"99 points."

"... what's the other one?

"Come on? It's a pretty appropriate way to add practical skills, and you didn't like to make it a hundred points."

"Hmm... well, it would certainly be a good idea to put a hundred points on Sarah's opponent"

"What do you mean..."

He's the one who says great things about 14 equestrian points.

Even then, Yuzef drowned his bumps and dissatisfaction as he made a grisly move.

"Why do I have to ride a horse..."

I've never heard of an officer who can't ride a horse.

Yuzef is from a farmer, so I think he can manipulate as much as a horse.

"That would be harder in the second half of the year if you didn't say hi. You take swords and spears and you practice combat."

"... really?

"I hate to lie."

Yuzef holds the reins with me on the horse. This is as if you were a five-year-old on a horse for the first time.

... I wonder why this guy got into cadet school. No matter how easy the exams are, I don't feel like I can get into school so bad.

What you call life, you don't know what happens.

It is this man named Yuzef Waresa who makes me realize the word.

My first encounter with Yuzef was approximately three months ago, the day of the Cadet School Admission Ceremony.

I was helped by such a defective cadet.