On the spot of the interview, I was given a pass.
I guess an interview was originally set up to keep the floaters out.
The knight with the moustache said that there was going to be training for recruits in the suburbs, and I was guided to join him.
Am I the recruit...
There was more to teaching than teaching at some point.
It's been a long time since I've been treated like that, so I felt a little fresh.
When I came to the outskirts, wondering how many recruits there were, there were already about a hundred men.
"Is this my sync?"
The type of sloppy who is often in adventurer exams and the likelihood of a bad pattern make up half of them.
Besides being a more stable and paid private soldier of nobility than being an adventurer, I don't have a problem with clothing and living.
Lined up in the back row, a senior and several soldiers came and were divided into groups of about twenty.
"I'm Daz, who's supposed to be in charge of your training. Bishibishi and Shigo, get ready, huh?
Niyaniya, says Daz, who became a teacher with half a laugh.
"Well, let's see how strong you are first. Me and Sashi are fighting. I've got the wooden sword, the stick, the training, so use whatever mon you want."
On purpose, and the recruits looked at each other.
Daz and I seem so confident, "Anyone?," he sounds dammy.
"What, what? Nobody's gonna do that? Are you still following me, Themé and the others?"
"Well, I'll..."
A seriously looking man takes the wooden sword and confronts Daz.
As for Daz, he pulled out each sheath of the two swords that were on his hips and put them in his hands.
Yeah.
The fact that you remember your arm doesn't seem to haunt you.
When Daz moved, he was playing the opponent's wooden sword.
"Huh!?
"Oh, are we done here? - Huh!?
Daz's attack strikes directly at the side of the man.
"Gu... ugh. Here, surrender -"
"What? I can't hear you. Oh?
Then Daz squawked unilaterally.
His face was beaten with sheaths so much that his face changed, his arms, belly and legs were struck down.
"Oi, instructor! Enough is enough -!?"
When one raised his voice, he said, "Ah?" Daz frowned.
"If you want to stop, Temehe's coming."
"Fine, I'll do it."
"I'm a recruit. I'm nothing but a foot wrapper on the battlefield!? I'll beat you up. Wow."
The power was above Daz at first glance, but turned out to be right.
"Yikes!?
A sheath cut into the pigeon tail and a second man knelt down and smothered.
"Oui, oi, oi, oi, oi? What happened to your prestige earlier?
I started hurting a second recruit who couldn't move.
The other recruits have turned a blind eye to training that can be described as utterly discouraged and tragic.
"Wow, okay? Why don't you say something? Yeah?
Daz shook up his sheath.
Swing it down like that, it'll get in the back of your head.
I move forward from the back row all at once and break in between them.
Bun, and played the sheath down around the back of his head with his hands.
"Huh? When..."
I rounded my eyes and Daz stepped back.
"Rebeating the sexual roots... it's not like you don't have that radical training"
"Now it's Temeer's turn -?"
"But if the instructor is just enjoying himself, it's not training or anything"
"Are you sure you want my bare hands? If you don't mind, let's go."
Do you have zero intention of having a conversation? Recruits must have been a good sandback.
One sheathed sword and the other comes out of a different angle.
Yeah. They're using the two swords properly, not haphazardly.
I read the sword speed and orbit and stopped it with one index finger while trying to repel the impact.
"And stopped -!?"
"And one finger."
A voice was raised by the recruits.
"I see......! You're a militant...! Is that why you're so bare?
"No, you don't"
……
"No. I'm not a militant."
Couscous and laughter arose.
I said, "Don't swear to God, I'm not."
"Dassa."
Daz stared sharply at the voice.
"Oi! Who is it? The one I just said! Are you telling me this!?
"I don't know what else to do but you."
When I heard a voice softly, I had another little laugh.
I grabbed Daz's face as he raised his blues and tried to get inside the recruits.
"Guh!?
It's my turn now.
When I let him go, he attacked me with two swords, calling out whether my anger had reached its apex or something unspoken.
Instructor Sama.
Pick up the rolling wooden sword and I'll fight too.
"Ugaaaaaaaaaa!"
I've seen the sword muscle many times already, so both defense and evasion remained my thoughts.
Daz fell ill when I changed the sword's orbit small by the tip of the wooden sword.
When I put my leg out a little bit, I caught on to it and fell flashy.
"The two swords look flashy and strong. But in fact, it's half as powerful as a sword with both hands."
Zan, and stabbed a wooden sword next to Daz's face.
"There's no value in an attack that doesn't inflict fatal injuries. Don't you think, instructor?"
If you take a blow, you could die - so fearful and natural.
Conversely, if you take a blow and you know you won't die, it will be very easy mentally.
"I don't recommend two swords. Because it's the same as touching around that it's less powerful. Or were you meant to be a bender?
"Khu..."
A toothpicked daz threw both hands and feet out.
Ooh, and the perimeter turned.
At some point, the other recruits and instructors seemed to be watching me interact with Daz.
"Daz is admitting total defeat."
"There's a daz of two swords...... You're the best soldier in town, aren't you?
"Damn it, he's coming in...!
Was this guy that strong?
"Name-teng, hey, hey, wow! Gwolaaaaaa!"
Standing up, Daz was angry and his eyes were running blood, peeling his teeth out like a beast.
Pull the two swords out of the sheath. He really wants to kill me.
The moment the dazzle tingled and showed the motion of the attack, he hit his mandible hard with a wooden sword.
There was a definite feeling that the bones would crush.
Then add one blow at a time to one leg's tibia and both arms. Both bones were definitely broken.
I couldn't even scream, and the white-eyed dazzle fell on my back.
"Hey, what happened...?
"Daz tried to attack, peeled off his white eyes and fell...?
If Daz was the strongest man here, he wouldn't have seen my attack.
Two months will be difficult to eat, but it's a punishment for hurting recruits in the name of training.