Different world warrior training diary until frail high school students become the strongest in the world

I, on the right hand of the woven red leaf (vaginal discharge), have my mother's gentle hand, and on the right hand is a big father's hand held as a goth.

Under Higrashi's performance, hanging from the two of us, we head down the hill connecting the Mansion to Ashido (Ashido) City towards the destination amusement park.

My father is very busy at work and rarely goes to visit with his family. I am also supposed to use the summer vacation and gather locally for a good sister who is going to her grandfather's house to train. It's just a family getaway. So at this time I was filled with intense joy.

If I was good at singing a song I learned in kindergarten, the adults passing by would look at me and have a warm grin.

Finally, we come to Ashido City Station.

(Don't go!! Don't go!! Don't go!!!

No use. I know. This is my usual bad quality dream. It's just a regeneration of memory.

The signal turns blue, and a number of lights shake from above as they cross the scramble junction in front of the station.

My vision stains bright white and I accidentally close my eyelids.

"Father? Mother?

When I slowly opened my eyelids because I didn't hear back, there was my father and mother, who were only my hands.

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My vision is blurred when I open my eyelids. I don't have bad eyesight. The ophthalmologist who comes to Ningro School for a medical exam looks good enough to pull a dong. Let's not make a real escape. Bad vision comes from tears that flow without clasp.

Wipe your tears with your hem and head to the washroom.

"Terrible face......"

Wash your face with water even as you grin at your totally swollen eyes. It's late summer, but it's hard to sleep to the point of nightmares. The cold water washed away my feelings.

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Finish your convenience store grip and a familiar breakfast called Coupler Men and change into a uniform for "Qing Qing School".

"Qing Qing School" is the school I go to. Morning homeroom starts at 8: 40. It is now 5: 55. Normally, weak in the morning I head to school critical. It's just a miracle what's happening at this hour. Of course, I've had some bad dreams about that chest shit, but this morning there's somewhere to go. Waking up early was a must.

It's time. As soon as I lifted my hips, the doorbell rang. Apparently, they've arrived. He seems to be the one who's pissed off.

When he took the bag and opened the door, the old man with white hair wearing a butler's clothing lowered his head gently.

Ma'am, I'm picking you up.

"Thank you, Yoshiji"

"Go ahead."

Point the tip of your hand towards the black painted car that is parked in front of the gate of my mansion.

About thirty minutes after boarding, I entered the suburban mountain path for a short time and saw a large gate.

Enter the gate and drive far enough to see the huge mansion, which also has a high school distance. While my grandfather, I think that site and mansion are against the rules in this narrow Japan.

The car enters the underground parking lot next to the mansion.

When I get out of the car, dozens of deacons and maids come in line all at once and bow their heads.

(Ugh! I told you to stop picking up these hands every time!

Yoshiji-san slowly walks out when he gives his regards.

Follow Ryoji, who walks in front, through the dining room. Well, even when it comes to the dining room, it's lightly about the size of school food. Besides, the food is more than a first-rate restaurant.

In fact, on a daily basis, only one more person uses this dining room with an old man sitting in an elongated table with this brown tablecloth.

An old man sitting at this table is my grandfather, Kazuku Izumi, and the commander-in-chief of Japan's largest treasury, Kazuku Izumi.

The old soldier is more in line with his image than a businessman, having accumulated his chin in a giant body that I don't think is beyond sixty-five. He is a big kid lover who doesn't look good in this gothic outfit, and he used to play with it when he was young.

"Oh, Red Leaf. Nice to meet you."

Grandpa puts on his usual cheerful smile pulling his lower lip to the side and nibbling.

"Morning, Grandpa."

"Good morning, Red Leaf. Now sit down.

Yoshiji, have some breakfast for Red Leaf too. "

I'm sorry, I don't want it anymore.

Grandpa exhales loudly, telling Yoshiji a word or two.

When Yoshiji disappears into the private room behind the nod, he puts it cottingly on the table in front of me when he brings a black cloth bag.

Grandpa instructs me to check the contents of the cloth bag with his jaw.

Turn the cloth bag upside down and a bright red stone rolls down from inside. Take it in your hand and look around from various angles.

Definitely. It's "Crimson Ball" in my father's dossier. "Crimson Red Ball" increases purity the stronger the red of its will, this stone is bright red without any cloudiness. highest purity. This is too much as a catalyst. Today's ritual of summoning spiritual beasts also works well.

"Thanks Grandpa!!

As he rode out, Grandpa turned off his smile and stared me in the eye with a strange face.

"Red Leaf, Noon kept his promise. Now it's your turn, isn't it?

"Yes."

I asked my grandfather to procure this' crimson balls'. According to the material my father left me, "Crimson Red Ball" is an all-purpose stone used in rituals of various techniques. Fortunately, its importance is not generally known, but it is also very expensive as a jewel due to the troublesome nature of this stone and the ease of processing. It may be impossible for the average person to obtain it, but Grandpa's financial resources and information network made it possible to discover and obtain it.

Grandpa accepted this request in two replies. But instead, I offered you two conditions.

The first condition is to always take Grandpa's prior notice when I do dangerous behavior.

The second thing, like my sister, is to join Grandpa under his protection.

These two.

For Grandpa, my sister and I are the only flesh parents. He has been so drowning in my eyes from a very young age that it doesn't hurt.

So I appreciate it, but I can't. I can't. Because I have not yet gained anything from my mission.

"Right."

Sadness disappeared from Grandpa's face. Back to all the relaxed and gentle smiles.

(excuse me, grandpa)

I apologize to my grandfather many times in my heart just in case I caught my tail inside, but I'll leave the mansion behind.

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Qingqing School - the largest mammoth high in Japan, chaired by Kaliu Izumi (Ayamikaku). That number of students is more than a dozen times the national average.

He has a reputation for elementary, secondary, high, and consistent education, and the university is also a super advanced research institution that has been running a series of world science awards since the first Nobel laureates left the university in the early twentieth century, privately.

The car that carries me through the big gate, which I don't think is very school, passes.

The school is arranged away from the gate in order of primary, secondary, high school and university. The nearby elementary school has corners and is a very unwilling distance to travel if it is a bus when it is located in a high school installation area.

The car continues past the elementary and middle school districts to the high school districts.

"It's fine here. Thank you, Yoshiji."

"We're still quite a distance away, okay?

"Yeah, 'cause it's gonna be just fine exercise"

Ryoji opened the car door when he clouded his face. He seems to have my thoughts and other prospects.

I agreed to your grandfather's suggestion. It's also true that you do things that fool you and leave a lightweight aftertaste in your mind. But I'm not willing to go under Grandpa's protection. If you put me in protective custody, I could be the feather of marrying someone I hate as long as I die, and most importantly, because that's all my sister would never forgive.

I don't want people in my class to see me in contact with the Fountains. Take a moment to thank me and head to the school building.