From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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The night before Canneruck started training.

Fedel came in the middle of the night.

It was just before I went to sleep.

“Chris.”

When I left the barracks, Fedel dragged me to a hideous place.

“What?”

“Wait a minute.”

As you head to the outskirts of the unit, you see the man sitting alone.

A man with a moderate belly and red nose.

“Sir?”

He looks at me and opens his mouth.

“Can I talk to you for a second? ”

Fedel has cleared the way.

It's just the two of us in the middle of the night.

The cold night air made my body tremble.

Canneruck sits still and sweeps me up and down.

"It was unbelievable to kill an Armored Scout and steal a supply wagon."

I was listening quietly.

You didn't bring me here because you didn't believe me.

What's his intention?

“Is that so?”

Let's take a quick peek. Canneruck grits his lips and says,

“Prove it. See if you can really do it. ”

Whatever.

You're not asking me to raid the Supply Depot again.

“How do I prove it? ”

No, I want to ask what changes if I prove it.

Canneruck makes eye contact.

The impression that he had definitely received seemed to have changed a bit.

You see a small spark in your eyes, just like a soldier who eats well and holds a new weapon.

What is he looking at?

I'm curious.

“Starting tomorrow, I'm going to change my unit policy. If you prove it · ·"

Come to me in the middle of the night and tell me this.

You've robbed the supply depot, and you know I'm a lively soldier.

I moved my troops and inspired the soldiers.

I threw a burning firewood at the Supply Wagon.

He blurs and rises.

Then I turned around.

I could hear him mumbling, though small.

“Things are going to change. ”

I smiled brightly and greeted Cannerruck.

“Take a look. ”

He looks back and says he wants to see all the strange ones.

That kind of reaction to saying good-bye.

I'm sorry.

I want to wave at you.

One at a time, one at a time.

People don't change that easily.

But if there's a chance, it's a person who changes.

I don't know what he sees in me.

However, whatever I saw, I was willing to do more than that.

*

As soon as we chewed the jerky out of the breakfast, Canneruck made us run.

As you run at moderate speed, you hear two soldiers chattering behind you.

"Milkman, if you're having a hard time, take your time."

“If you're too tired, I'll carry you. ”

I'm just kidding around with respect.

I didn't mean to make fun of you for worrying about me.

One of the strength of this unit is unchecked.

"You bastards, the one in front of you is turning the enemy supply lane."

Ralph, next to him, growls.

These are real.

I could see the overall atmosphere.

These soldiers run fiercely when they see me.

Most of them have not received proper training.

My current situation was clear.

I was a device that would provoke them.

Did they expect this additional effect?

I can think of a reason why you threw me in the soldiers' basket.

Proof may mean get recognition among soldiers.

Well, you said you'd show me more.

We can't be satisfied with just being recognized by the soldiers.

“Come out.”

I laughed and beat the soldier, speeding up and taking the lead.

Ralph is next to him.

“If you run too fast, you'll quickly fall out. Breathe in on your left foot and out on your right. ”

I'm writing in front of a writer.

I speed up a little bit.

Tak, Tak!

Increases overall speed to my feet.

Morale is high, and there are stimulants in the country.

I stopped worrying about going out in the middle.

Then we just have to extract the best efficiency.

Let's see some stars during the day while practicing your fitness today.

Tuck.

Inhale and spit on your feet as you push the ground.

When I returned to the fifteenth of me, I did not miss a single day.

When the sun comes up in the morning, you run outside.

During my reconnaissance mission, I ran every day.

Muscles were as thin as a parched fish compared to their previous lives, and they quickly breathed.

But that doesn't mean my talent is going anywhere.

I was adaptable enough to my body.

I felt the breathing of the soldiers starting to get rough behind me.

I run diligently, but two familiar faces stick together.

“Hurry up.”

Digo approaches and says.

This guy's got a lot of stamina.

The other was an axe.

Is it hard to breathe because of your beard?

Both breaths are a little rough, but they stick together.

I look around, and I see Ralph.

If you worked as a mercenary, you are more likely to have undergone basic training.

I tend to follow well.

There are approximately 80 soldiers following me from behind.

Stand at the front and look behind you.

Biceps.

It's more fun than I thought.

It's like I'm leading all these soldiers.

I looked back.

Training for just one day won't boost your stamina tomorrow.

But whatever it is, the beginning is important.

I was speeding up for them, for me.

It was never because he was teasing me.

This is proof for the Canneruck, and it's for you.

Soldiers who are trained on their own as the situation changes.

He is full of motivation, and he is filled with irritation looking at me.

No matter how high the intensity, it will catch up to the end.

As I started speeding up, I started sweating on my forehead.

The soldier mutters before the sun comes up.

"Too much, too much, too fast."

The voice that says, "Hurry back," is too weak and hard to hear.

"Phew, Phew."

Breathing was controlled moderately.

If you run, only the exhausted soldiers will come out.

I adjusted my speed so that I wouldn't die looking back.

Ralph jumps right next to you, sweating.

"You, whoo, you're so good at running!"

Yeah, I'm jumping.

“Let's take a break. ”

Jeff clenches his fist after taking a long breath.

All the running soldiers stop.

“Rest here! ”

It was the other captain who shouted.

You're sweaty, too.

I stopped, too.

Heave.

The wind blows and blows your hair away.

The cool breeze seemed to cool off the sweat quickly.

"Ha, ha, damn it."

The soldier behind me sighs and looks at me face down on the ground.

One head is bigger than the one I used to look up to.

I smiled at him.

Son of a bitch. I'm from Pathfinder.

Who are you calling a lactating officer?

"No, that's not it."

It's all for your own good. If you want to maintain your stamina in a short time, you will naturally need to train with high intensity.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

There were soldiers who seemed to be sweating and drooling and would soon spill vomit.

“You okay?"

I patted him on the back myself.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know you guys were so weak.

“Are you sure you want to do this tonight? Are you going to go back to town and disappoint Jennifer when she's waiting for you? You want me to show you how many times it spreads after it's been back and forth? ”

I teased my imaginary childhood friend Jennifer.

You get a real smile.

So unpleasant.

"Haa, hua, hua."

I know what the soldier wants to say when he sees me.

Huh? What?

Poison in my eyes.

Is a positive response

Training is usually based on evil.

“We'll see. ”

The soldier sighs and says, but I can't hear very well.

I heard the weakling's voice with one ear and spilled it with one ear.

We ran in circles around seriousness.

He didn't jump in a straight line to a far distance.

As the sun rises over your head, Ralph shouts at the soldier again.

“Don't get ahead of yourself! ”

Huh? What? I can't hear you because you're a weak, breathing person.

*

It's time to return to the center of the barracks.

Canneruck waits in the middle with a spear.

His eyes turned towards me.

I lightly greeted him.

The soldiers who followed me lie on the ground.

I took two deep breaths in front of him and shrugged my shoulders.

You hear the sound of breathing everywhere.

"Whoa. Soldier, I finished my training with you this morning."

Hearing Ralph's report, I snore.

We're all going to die like this.

The pupils of the canoe staring at me shake.

I want to wave again.

“Starting today.”

The canoe opens its mouth and takes a short breath.

"Health training in the morning, spear training at lunch."

A weary soldier with a tongue.

It's gonna be hard to train with a spear right now. Commander.

They all went out because they were weak.

“· · Rest for ten minutes. ”

Canneruck opens his mouth.

"Whoa, I almost died."

Lynd, snoring pads and poles are all kissing the floor.

And the other soldiers, too.

Head for the Canneruck.

“We'll talk about it later. ”

He opens his mouth.

That's funny.

The young flame in his eyes felt a little bigger.

Let me see his eyes.

“Hmm.”

He spits out his empty cough and turns away from me.

Then he grabs the spear and closes his eyes with the spear against his forehead.

What's he thinking?

Somehow my cheeks are a little red.

Now come on. What are you going to do? You're embarrassed.

You know, sometimes a man puts a metal plate on his face.

After all, he seemed to think he was going to train properly.

That was enough for me.

Ten minutes later, Canneruck stands between the soldiers.

His face returned to its original state.

The cool breeze quickly cooled my sweat.

There were no sighing soldiers.

Only those who look blue in the morning.

Canneruck's eyes calm as he looks at the soldier.

I can barely keep up with that howl, even for me.

A group of soldiers looks like they'll die if they meet a group of Goblins in the Commander's eyes.

So it's your job to raise this soldier properly.

Come on, Canneruck.

With the soldiers' gazes gathered, Canneruck's mouth opens.

"Grab the middle of the window with your palm up, and the other hand on the bottom with your back up."

Get into position with your horse.

Screw you.

The tip of the spear points upward at an angle.

I remembered my former comrade Lois, who died in Canneruck's posture.

The strongest prosecutor around me in my past life was Lois.

Just the pose, but Royse seems a little off.

‘A knight is a knight. This is it.’

"Reach out your arms in front of you and let your thumb look up at the sky."

Tsk.

Demonstrate with the horse.

Not bad.

No, not bad.

The user draws a line with only one stab along the pose, but the tip of the spear does not swing.

"The drawn window draws a dot and comes back."

"This is a stabbing. At the time of retrieval, pull the hand with the stop and the other hand."

Soldiers get tired.

He breathes, but his eyes are alive.

Everyone grabs a spear and opens up their own streets.

A few of the Dozens went around, widening the gap.

"There are two things that matter. When stabbing, the hand behind the spear is tightened, and the other hand is raised, and when retrieving, the hand is tightened to hold the center of the spear."

A basic spear pose called Middle Guard.

It's clean enough to appear in the textbook.

Teaching and attitude.

Fedel receives the spear as he pushes it out to the side.

It looks like a knight and a knight.

No. If Canneruck becomes a real knight, maybe he'll take Fedel as his acolyte.

The Canneruck receives a shield that hasn't been erased with an eight gate symbol instead of a spear.

"Beat each other up in pairs. 100 attacks and 100 defenses."

Canneruck turns to the end of his speech.

Excellent.

I was thinking the same thing.

No training is as good as practice.

However, the practice incurs losses.

It took real training to minimize that.

One soldier with a spear stumbles upon the other.

I'm getting all wrinkly.

Canneruck turns to see if he has anything more to say.

This is the first time even the Dozens are learning.

I'll teach you more precisely. Son of a bitch.

Between the squawking soldiers, I move to the center.

Whatever you show me, I will always show you more.

“Digo.”

Digo picks up his shield.

You're a quick one.

I started to get cold sweat.

I grabbed the spear and turned my left hand a few times along the axis.

The roof!

And when it was cloudy, the soldiers' gazes gathered.

It was a great catch.