When I was talking, I asked what I was wondering.
"But are you staying at the temple?"
"There's a convent on the left. I'm using a private home there."
Did you have something like that on your side?
I don't know the structure yet.
"But all of a sudden you ask me that... Huh, did you want to come at night?"
With a cigarette out of the door, she looked at me as if she were petty and said so.
"It's really hard. Even a pious paladin could not overcome the charm of this saint. I'd like to take action as a supervisor, but I don't think I can do that this time."
An arrogant but capable female-specific glance.
This sister likes to tease him too much.
"Make sense."
Some lunatic did that.
The fact that the Saint is beautiful, but my women are more beautiful, was undeniable. There I live in a spirit of steel that is not held in color.
"Well, I'll serve you a cup of tea when you get to Paladin."
"Uh-huh, at night? You have to sleep with the Saint, but you can't. It's not enough sleep, is it?"
If you call it a convent, there may be some fantasies, but the nuns in this world are quite violent.
It is true that only Elise can see it.
It is not a space of men's dreams and hopes, but merely an inhuman cradle that breeds violent boats (women) who pretend to be calm.
Still, they all have basic training and divine power, so they look good.
"So this week is the last."
"Ah, training. If you complete this week, you will be on a full-scale mission starting next week. I'm already ready."
- Oops, oops.
I was confident as I knocked on the armor.
"... you're in a really good state of mind. But you can't put a hard-earned paladin right into the job for four weeks. At least not next week."
- Get up.
It was a good consideration, but at the same time it is a little hot.
When I hear the story, the instructor always sends me a correspondence, and there is an unconditional hymn to me. That's why the Saint knows I'm fucking good.
Of course I'm doing well.
It's just a little inhuman.
"Thank you for your consideration."
"It's just consideration for efficiency. If you do anything, you won't get good results. One must have enough rest to be strong. I have to use Paladin for a long time, but I have to ask for it."
"Uh-huh, you know how to handle people. This is the height of the Saint's eyes."
It gives me the time to take a break, and it gives me good treatment and good money. In this way, I am forced to be loyal.
"Anyway, let's go to the training camp. It's the last week, so I'm going to have to work harder."
"The church also expects a great deal about it. The experience of Paladin crushing pagans and demons is valuable. Of course, there are many Crusaders who do such things in the Church, but they are all sent to different places."
"Are you?"
"Yes, but it's performing better than I thought."
What I was able to gain was a lot of trouble on your side and some blame the daemon gate for opening. Because demons aren't so common in the world.
It means that I can be a key figure in the Church.
"Well, I've done a lot of these things. Are the Crusaders out there doing a lot of bad things?"
"I've already told you a few times, but they tend to be more destructive than investigative. The exploration of the dungeons, the investigation of demonic appearances, and the investigation of pagans in their own way are accomplished, but only marginally compared to size and number. It's the reality of catching a tail."
Yes, I do.
"That's why a competent guide like Paladin is important. Crusaders aren't incompetent. They're experts at crushing evil beings. Just a little low on investigative power."
I understood well.
"Goodbye, then."
"Believe me."
That's how I left for the training camp.
Well, as soon as I get there, it's time to change tops and start training.
"Are you ready for your last parking training!!!!"
"Absolutely!!"
"We're ready!!!"
"Paladin, Long live!!!"
"Verde, Manceier!!!!!!!!!!!"
After about three weeks of inhuman training, the trainees were transformed into the most enthusiastic and most fearsome photowarriors.
Although physical abilities have not improved significantly, continuous combat training has resulted in an exponential increase in combat strength, and harsh mental education has led to more enlarged anger.
They are now born of what we call Divine Intelli Berserker.
Even if I heard his name, I think the pagans' balls will be shaking.
- Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
- Dejaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!
- Verdessier!!!
"Hmm."
Georgiowell's dystopia novel, 1984, features a shocking concept called "two-minute hatred."
This is a book that I read quite impressively when I was picking it up. Anyway, if you do something about two minutes of hate,
It was like a brutal recreation that BigBrother, the inhumane brother who watches over everything, could simply be number one of the most effective policies used to control the world.
Here's how to enjoy this inhuman recreation:
At the designated time of day, everyone gathers in the theater and looks at the obscure screen, expressing unlimited anger for two minutes.
- Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!
- Miyaooooooooooooooooooo!!!!
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Yeah, like those trainees now.
They look at the footage of an unknown screen and vomit their anger against everything in the world very violently and horribly. Screaming is a prerequisite for running a wall with excitement or tearing down a chair with strength.
What happens when it's over?
Forgetting absurdity and taking out complaints about the regime by extinguishing all anger.
- That's how it's trained.
Big Brother solidified the system simply by such recreation. It's all about controlling humans that way.
When I first read it, I paid tribute to Georgiowell, who created this groundbreaking way of expressing anger, and gave him a book to teach him how to do this.
I thought it would be nice for my father to do psycho for just two minutes a day.
But my father shouted to me all day long, expressing a new psycho recreation called "hatred all day," rather than two minutes of hatred.
I recall a few times, but my father was a strange man.
He felt that the metaphysical concepts of uncontrollable senses and senses had overturned the human skin.
No, fuck... this is why I think all of a sudden.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
"Inhuman training, Déjààààà!!!"
"Get me out of here and heal me!!!"
No, I'm not.
When you look at this view, you have no choice but to think naturally.
"Hahaha! From now on, I will also join the Bone Paladin myself!!!!"
So I threw away all my troubles and jumped into the trainees' basket. The last week will be the perfect time to play with me and build practical skills!!!
"Come on, trainees!! If you defeat me, I will grant you an inhuman rest time!!!"
"That, I have an inhuman proposition to make!!!"
"Co-ordinator Dejaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"
"Everyone unite-!!!!!!!"
At the same time as making the offer, dozens of trainees attacked me as they made the pass.
"Wavarat!!!!"
- Papapod!
- Borzbortz!!!
Of course, it didn't take me less than five minutes to tuck it all in.
"Kuikui."
The trainees can't go beyond me yet.
*
*
That's how time flowed and it became a graduation day.
"Trainees...!"
There was really a lot going on for four weeks. There are enough things for those who were pure Bondi teenagers to be reborn as cruel combat weapons.
"Today is the end of the training!!"
I did it.
The trainees followed my guidance very perfectly.
They became strong.
"What a... happy, monumental day."
I stood on the stage and looked at the trainees who were eager. Today is the last day of training, precisely the last day of training yesterday and today is the day of the graduation ceremony.
- Yeah.
There was no madness and frenzy.
The trainees were focusing on me with two solid eyes.
It's a casket of anger.
It looks like it's broken in its own way.
"Anderson, Maldur, Corbuta, Milen, Ortus, Ricador, Pelmuza, Harkun, Eileen, Harmat, Awald, Turilli."
I recited the names of the trainees I had memorized, and I cast contact with them. The trainees are already thinking of me as a lifetime benefactor and teacher.
"You have successfully completed the inhumane and harsh education of Paladin."
Then give me the right ceremony.
"He was reborn as the most powerful paladin."
They will be the strongest paladin generation.
I don't doubt it.
"Any objections?"
So I declared.
Do you have any objections?
Do you disagree that you will be the strongest?
-Smooth.
The atmosphere was familiar.
Some shake their heads, others look at me with their eyes fluttering. However, it was quiet. There is no disagreement. They knew very well that they would be the strongest paladins.
-...!
It was that moment.
"There is an objection!!!"
Anderson, so the most competent trainee shouted.
"Objection?"
No, damn it. You have an objection?
You're not fucking Ame. This is far-fetched.
"We must have become stronger!!!"
But objection?
"But!!!"
"..."
I listened quietly to Anderson.
"But we... knew the pain of `goodbye'!!!"
Pain of parting?
"Par, Paladin!!! Hahaha!! Hahaha..!"
"Aaaaaaaah!!"
"Argh...! Arghhhh..!!"
"Argh..!"
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
At the same time, the trainees began to weep with tears.
What the hell is going on...!
"Don't go, Paladin!!! We have more to learn!!!"
"Still powerless! If you don't get stronger, you won't be able to win over evil creatures!!!"
"Please don't leave the training camp, Paladin!!!!"
The crying trainees cried out to me when the eyes were completely blown.
"You, you inhuman bastards...!"
You bastards...!
You don't want to break up with me..!
"Don't cry!! Farewell is inevitable! And you guys are strong! I can defeat evil creatures even without me!!!"
- Choking!
Hot tears began to flow in my eyes as well.
"Paladin!!! But!!!"
"We are still immature!!!"
"I don't want to say goodbye!!!"
The trainees howled as I crawled to the stage where I was standing. This was a fake madness. For the last time, I am doing this deliberately to show my fanaticism.
That's more touching and exciting.
I'm also sad.
"Argh...!"
I cried out, too.
"Argh...! Paladin...! This is a letter we wrote ourselves last night!!!"
At that time, Anderson gave me a box.
"Argh...! Argh!!"
"Don't go, Faladinim...!"
It was filled with small paper letters.
"Hey, you ready for this...!"
You even prepared a letter for me...!
- Glug!
I couldn't control the tears that flow anymore. His tears covered my face, and he drenched my breastplate as I fell from my chin.
"Practice more time to prepare for something like this...!"
"Paladinism...!"
"Argh!!"
That's how I hugged the trainees and cried.
Ahhhhhhhhh!
- Hahahaha...!
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
- Ugh...!
- Dejaaaaaaah!!
The cries were different, but there was only one heart. The graduation ceremony took place in tears. The instructor clapped as he cried, and the assistant stood on the watermelon tree and turned around and said congratulations.
Thus, when we last completed the publication award.
"Someday!"
I shouted.
"We will definitely meet again!!! When you became paladins and worked for the world, I would still exist as a paladin!!!"
We will definitely meet again with the trainees!
"Yes!!"
"Argh! Farewell...!!!"
"I will be the strongest paladin!!!"
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"
It's goodbye now.
"Be well then!!! See you later!!!"
- Yes!
- Yes!
- Yes, sir!
- Paladin!
"Argh!"
I turned around like that and went to the training camp.
I cried from the back and heard the sound of calling me very clearly. The more you walk, the more faint the sound becomes, and soon it stops.
Today, Gimcott cried with his heart.
This is the teacher.
Teacher's grief.
But at the same time it was also a joy.
- Whining.
Somewhere the wind blew.
The breeze seemed to know my heart, so I came near and wiped away the tears on my face.
Enough with the warm-heartedness.
"Hahaha!!!!!"
I cried.
- Don't cry, Tons.
It was a day that reminded me of Bugal's face.