Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

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"It's time..."

"Yes, you are all seated."

"All right... all armies! Move forward!! Run! Run!

In the city of Gardina, in its squadron yard, public training is provided by all armies.

It was Johann who commanded, and Jill stood beside him, and Georg watched from the top of the high ground, assembled in wood. Built with plenty of room for space, there are also members of Parliament standing side by side, starting with Ferris.

There are also intrigued and gathered residents around the practice fields and the Imperial Corps of Martial Officials who have previously devoted themselves to the training of the New Soldiers. Whether they're apart or not.

"Stop running!! Move forward to the right!!..................... Whole stop!! Align!!"

The Gardina army, which was starting to move as directed from the back of the squad yard, proceeded to the front of Georg and the others, where they began to line up.

"From this, we will conduct a comprehensive public training by all armies! To His Excellency Georg Stanford, salute!!

Zach, along with the petty sound of, all armies salute Georg, to which Georg, who was standing, answers. And.

"Gentlemen, I have never forgotten your daily loyalty. It would have been a streak of rigorous training, hard work and misery so far. Today, I want everyone here to fully demonstrate their achievements and show their best looks. I look forward to gathering your efforts to this day."

When I greet him so briefly, Johann hangs the decree again, and the whole army moves out.

It is the second month that a new soldier has been created in Gardina.

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"Hmm, inside. Why, it was brilliant. I didn't expect to be able to move in two months."

"That would mean that the Gardinians have excellent potential. Some of us have already found it harder to win."

"What, it will be the gift of your training. We all have little experience as leaders while also gaining practical experience. It's a one-off masterpiece over a thousand days of schooling."

Oleg leans his neck against Georg's words once, but returns the words with a nod as to whether he understood the meaning.

"Well, it's an unheard word, is it an adage passed down to Lord Stanford's hometown?

"Well that's the place. Interpretation, my instruction and burning blade. Neither can it be extended to those who take it upon themselves to hold office. Is the corps of martial arts from the empire an expert in coaching?

"In any case, most of them are the second or third sons of the Knight Sir, but some of them are like Miss Sandra. There are not many parents who are not allowed to travel to the battlefield and whose arms are rotten."

"As far as it goes. If you were born with a house that stands above people, you would be naturally accustomed to such things."

"That's the thing. Well, not everything is wealthy with imperial nobility. Some of them are weak aristocrats who are forced to live like civilians, so they can't afford to play with men."

"... That's a tough story."

"Seriously."

After exchanging a word or two about a story that doesn't even have such a hold, the two leave the spot. Both sides don't have enough time to be interested in chatting forever. Georg goes to Johann, Jill, and Oleg to the martial arts.

"My lord, how was this exercise?"

"This is the first total exercise since this was the only number. Not to mention the residents, the imperials, and in front of His Excellency, I didn't mind if anything happened in the last few days..."

Johann and Jill ask with an anxious face somewhere.

"Brilliant," he said. No, I never thought I'd be so proficient in all this time. The imperial martial arts corps would of course be doing their best, but more than that, the two of them would have spared no time and effort. Totally, I'm losing my mind. "

"No, in view of your distress, your hard work, our efforts, etc…"

"Your Eminence sees everything in the city, so it's beyond our reach."

To the two drooling heads with that said, Georg returns his words with a bitter smile.

"It's good to lift people up, but once in a while, let yourself be proud. It's not bad beyond humility. The two men's efforts are what everyone in the city acknowledges."

"No, we're going to do this for us."

"As the commander said, if we think we may have to go back to the battlefield, we might be in the middle of a struggle like this."

"As good as it gets... it's a good heart, but that's why I shouldn't doubt or deny my efforts. Efforts sometimes betray people. But the only one who knows the joy of success is the one who made an effort. If you think that nothing is within your endeavor, you will have no joy in it. That's a lifetime, isn't it boring?

Johann and Jill broke their faces after they looked at each other.

While outside Gardina, the Empire and Dinants are still fighting, it is only a matter of leisure time.