From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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Place two fists next to your legs, shoulders back.

The breeze sweeps through your forehead.

The weather is clear today.

A high autumn sky and a clear cloudless sky.

I saw a man standing straight in front of me.

"· · Appoint Chris of the Reserve to be the full captain, in recognition of his killings to the · · enemy Scout."

‘Hülken, you bastard. ’

There are two ways to appoint a Dowager Captain.

One is the abbreviation. Someone comes and notifies you and it's over.

And the other one is a formal appointment.

My supervisor comes in person and gives me an insight.

I asked Whelken, and he lays the board like this.

The deputy commander of the 7th infantry recites it right next to me, and the commander sets my face straight.

“I look forward to your service. ”

A face full of gentle smiles and favors.

The White Leader of Canneruck was a well-known Hoin.

“I'll do my best. ”

Canneruck's hand touched my shoulder.

A line of red lines is a stretch.

Place it on your shoulder and secure it with a small pin.

It is a symbol of an official position to lead a teenager.

Oh, man.

There's clapping everywhere.

“Yippee!”

“Awesome!”

“Handsome! ”

“Hunter Chris! ”

“Chris loves milk! ”

“Wet Chris! ”

Hey, why are we even talking about this?

They cheer me on.

These are the guys who took a piece of meat from me yesterday.

Soldier with scallops on his face. Soldier with a stink on his body.

Even an oily soldier who can't sense his head.

Everyone glances at me.

In the meantime, there are mixed eyes of jealousy, jealousy, or incomprehensibility.

The sound of applause was like thunder.

I was thrilled.

My toes were numb, and the lightning shook my head and passed me by.

I felt that thrill for a moment and enjoyed it.

Then I blinked my eyes and returned as usual.

Now for the first step. Touching is early.

“Have you been drugged? ”

Meanwhile, Canneruck talks.

Instead of drugs, we fed them meat.

“It was like this when I got comfortable. ”

Roughly surrounded.

You can't actually say that you secretly baked meat.

“What's wet? ”

Damn bastards.Rumor has it I'm already sucking pig's milk everywhere.

“I'm not sure. ”

I was consistent with Morse.

The Grand Ritual is over. Some of them were staring at me horribly.

You can't admit that only fifteen sunchicks are on par with you.

“Do you know how to handle spears? ”

One of them looks at me and opens his mouth.

"Well, moderately."

It's quite violent.

At this rate, the balls were shrunk and the mercenary's life was closed for good.

Son of a bitch! I just ate with a murderer, bathed with a frightening mercenary.

"Hey, knock it off, y'all. It's worth it to be a captain."

The other captain speaks.

It may not look like a canoe, but it is also a very likable face.

He opens his mouth with a soft smile.

“It's Fedel.”

“It's Chris.”

You shake your hands and turn around.

“Did you get any more of that red horn? ”

Canneruck smiles and says secretly.

“They're not easy to find." ”

“Phew. I know that. ”

Cannerucks looked more than thirty and were hairy.

As he approaches, the wine smells and smells.

I think I drank quite a bit yesterday.

“Then dismissed! ”

As he speaks, the horns scatter in all directions.

Soldiers are approaching from the reserve.

“Congratulations!”

“Congratulations!"

“So we should call him the commander now? ”

“You have to speak up? ”

"Hey, didn't you hear me say congratulations?"

All the soldiers and reserve horses spill into one ear and open their mouths.

"Great year. And hey, you two. Pig's milk?"

I'll go after two soldiers.

“It's not us! ”

“No!”

Well, the rumor spread too much in half a day to reverse it.

“Milkman! Take good care of her. ”

A soldier turns away shouting.

You remembered his face.

It was a white belt, but it wasn't really filled with hundreds of people.

There are people in the rain, and there are only eight of them, including me.

That's where the two X.O.s move in as Gunnery Deputies.

I had someone indifferent, someone who was hostile to me.

Some people secretly liked it.

But I don't know if I've eaten the Red Horn well enough.

That's pretty tricky to fix.

When I returned to the barracks, I saw a walking pumpkin.

“Are you walking already? ”

He welcomed me whining at me.

He rubs his head and licks his tongue as he approaches.

This seems to be imprinted.

I saw it as soon as I was born, and it's my first touch.

Do I look like a mother to you?

When I stroke his head and get him up, the whole squad sees me.

“Why?”

“Should I call you Captain now? ”

Digo opens his mouth.

Grrr! Grrr!

The axe sharpens its blade with a millstone, nodding its head.

Come to think of it, I don't care about the axeman. The axeman was watching my appointment ceremony.

Well, it's customary for all soldiers to protrude from their ranks.

But I'm sure he was whistling aloud in the middle of all that cheering.

“Of course.”

Lind nods.

“Commander.”

It's strange.

Still, it wasn't bad.

“Don't be so hard on yourself. ”

I spoke, looked at them, and opened my mouth.

“Aren't you hungry? ”

"Even if I ate that yesterday, I'm hungry."

In the morning, I noticed that there were three more holes dug to clean the urine.

It's been a long time since I've had anything greasy on my belly, and all the soldiers are looking for trouble.

So now that I've packed and eaten, I'm hungry again.

People are supposed to eat, cheap, and sleep.

“I have some leftovers. Do you want some? ”

He said.

I thought it would make me laugh.

“That's enough.”

Everyone's gaze came together.

The eyes I'm looking forward to are dazzling.

*

A moving rookie from the scout base.

We go as far as we can to observe our opponents' forces.

They also carry out tasks to check for nearby enemies.

The first right of that scout commander is to conduct operations at random.

You just need to take precautions.

Of course, I could have refused my request.

I went to see Captain Canneruck's deputy.

I'm going to do a hand-foot match, and I'm going to go around the neighborhood.

The deputy glanced down at me.

He was an indifferent person to me.

The brown hair on the forehead has small eyes, making it hard to read the eyes.

I look at him and I see him wrapped around my hand.

It's early in the year.

I've never seen anyone eat knives before in my life who hates candles.

An item that is as easy to exchange as money, even if it is not smoked directly.

He reaches out his hand and picks up the candle.

“Bye.”

“Yes.”

The deputy commander is in the same position as the Dozens, but the actual position is higher.

He is directly under the 7th Infantry Commander.

“By any chance.”

Turning around, he looked at me and said,

“If there's anything good, let's share it. ”

“Of course.”

My acting is always the best. I turned around with a smile on my face.

Let's get to the barracks. I see our troops are prepped.

Digo, axe, lynd, snot and three others.

A total of seven, including me, is eight.

There.

“Huff.”

The pumpkin looks at me from Lynd's arms and shines a colorful amber eye.

I held him and put him in my arms.

All right. Nine for you.

"Here we go."

I started walking in two lines.

Chuck.

My gait is a mess because I don't have formal training.

I said on foot.

“Step right up. ”

Formular training may seem useless, but it gives you the most important fundamentals.

Theft and discipline.

A good soldier is neither a good fighter nor a magician.

Following orders without words and following orders is a great soldier.

“All left. ”

Good boy! Good boy!

I'll follow you soon, though.

“Hmm."

Lynd complains of pain in his thighs, but there are no exceptions to the training situation.

“Have you seen the wounded? ”

I said Lind insisted on keeping her mouth shut.

Chuck.

Walking like that, you can see where the hide was buried before.

And I see the pond I saw for the bath.

‘Consider this a Node. ’

I look around widely, turning my eyes.

Learning and memorizing the terrain are the basics of being a Pathfinder.

This area is now also my reconnaissance area.

Glug glug.

Walking on your feet takes more energy than you think.

It's the first time I've ever been born there.

While sweeping the ground moderately, I clenched my fist.

Ignore everything and walk forward.

“Stop the call. Memorize it.”

"Ah, yes."

The squad member stops and inspects the floor.

‘I think this is it. ’

Forests are ideal for hunting.

There was plenty to eat, including rabbits and deer.

There's fruit, there's grass to eat.

What about the plains?

“Digo.”

“Yes.”

“Dig.”

Looking at the place I pointed, Digo pulls out his dagger.

And then you stick it in the ground, and you dig deep.

She's strong.

Soon a small pit was formed.

I put my hand into the pit shyly.

You swing your hand inside, elbows tucked in.

The soil inside withers.

Burr.

You feel a vibration. As you reach towards it, you catch a hard shell.

I grabbed it and pulled it out in no time.

The dirt splashes everywhere, but no one cares.

I'm busy watching them all rush into my hands.

A turtle mole.

A peculiar species that lives only on this plain.

He digs a hole less than 30 centimeters from the ground and devours the roots of herbs.

“Light a fire. ”

Eat first.

“Wow!"

A snout appeared.

This one burning son of a bitch is closer to craftsmanship than I thought.

I didn't have a chin.

When we look at the floor again, the pumpkin pops out of our arms.

“Pumpkin?”

Then it goes straight into the hole Digo dug.

“Huh?"

Hey, you're two days old. Son of a bitch.

Less than a few minutes later, pumpkins rise out of the pit they dug.

There's something in his mouth that came up.

I'm curious to walk and run now.

This should come as a surprise to me.

“· · · Usable. ”

“Is it because you're the boss's dog? ”

“A natural hound? ”

A few of your men mutter.

“· · · Is this possible? ”

Digo is surprised and mutters.

Pumpkin bites turtle mole's tail.

I caught two of those too.

As Digo picks up the mole, the pumpkin comes up and rubs his head.

Is this a compliment?

“Well done. Hey. ”

I was half surprised and stroked my head.

Pumpkins are back in my arms.

I'm not full enough to eat a few moles.

I'm just not hungry enough.

"Don't eat too much. I'm sleepy when I'm full, and I can't see when I'm sleepy."

Passing through and speaking, it is a procession again.

As a scout, we need our stamina before we learn anything.

I was going to walk with them all day.