(What, did you)
I was then convinced by the explanation.
Looks like I was special.
During the rest of the class, I caught the instructor and asked questions about sensory feedback when the Golem was damaged.
According to the answers obtained, normally to the extent that they feel shocked, there is no pain, etc.
In rare cases, when the link with the golem goes too well, they feel pain, etc.
The instructor said, "When I can ride," that happens.
The instructor who just found out that the cause of my grumbling in the cockpit was sensory feedback praised me for "good taste," but it's a big problem for me.
As it is, I don't feel like I can fight.
(You have to figure out how to fight)
I hit a big wall early on the first day.
The next day, he took seating in the morning and participated in an intermediate class mock fight in the afternoon.
That's where I found out.
I hear I'm moving the golem with less magic than people.
From yesterday's data, the instructor counseled me.
"In your case, if you need Magic 1 to lift your arm, you are lifting your arm with Magic 1"
The instructor says.
It will be taken for granted. I thought so too. But they're not.
"But the unfamiliar also try to lower their arms by spending magic 5, lifting their arms, and at the same time consuming magic 4 to avoid going too far up"
In the extreme, the instructor continued.
Hmm. I only consume Magic 1 where I need it.
But for now, Magic 5 - Magic 4 = Magic 1, using Magic 9 in total, gives the effect of Magic 1.
Sure, too much waste.
"Great taste. That's a scout combination, something like that."
The instructor looks happy.
And he showed me data on my magic consumption.
I want to compare them so I can show them to the other students at last.
Much less than the students who were in mock combat in the same intermediate class.
Thanks to this efficiency, no doubt.
"You have the technology to make up for it more than enough, though you may have less magic. Good luck."
That's what inspired me.
Instead of having a small amount of magic, I don't need to use it, so I consume less magic on the data, but I don't need to dare to solve the misunderstanding.
Golem manipulation has shown that magic can be used as an alternative to possessing magic if activated with images that store it in you.
But if you keep accumulating and using magic over and over again, evil will stand out. He said it was an impossible amount of magic holdings.
Technology explains it.
Besides, this technology was not given, it was polished by itself.
You can be proud in public.
"Thank you."
I thanked him and headed to the cockpit to participate in the simulated battle.
The subsequent performance in the intermediate class was quite considerable.
I fought more carefully to learn from yesterday's painful experience.
Always aimed behind his back and did not get as far as his opponent's sword could reach.
My ability to maneuver the golem as I please is considerably higher than the students in my class.
There were few opponents who could follow the manoeuvres that swung around.
Sometimes, the sword arrived.
But if I knew it was coming, I could stand it to some extent.
While I ate my teeth, I smashed them down with a knife to give them back.
"It's time to go to advanced classes."
That's what the instructor recommended.
Today's class has one comma left.
I was worried about starting tomorrow, but because of this, I tried to participate in advanced classes.
"You can't do this."
Strengthen your body in the simulated cockpit and make a monologue.
It's only advanced, and it's natural that the movement is smoother than intermediate.
But more than that, he was skillful in fighting.
Only the movement of the golem is still smoother on me.
But whether it's a move or an assembly, they read ahead of the move, and they knock it down.
It feels like someone with martial arts experience is challenged by an amateur and gently twisted.
Honestly, I won't be opponent in melee.
Desperately getting the distance, now the attack magic flew in.
When this happens, I don't have any more hands or feet.
All I could do was snort in the cockpit.
"That's a difference in player skills."
I continued to lose the battle and realized so.
Differences, differences in experience, differences in taste between those who have learned how to fight and those who do not.
I was just feeling them, and the end of the year bell rang.
That concludes the lecture by the teachers. Three commas in the morning and six in the afternoon.
After that, students practice voluntarily until the door closes. Libraries, gymnasiums, school yards, etc. are free to use, but mock cockpit seats are not available.
Especially if I hadn't thought about volunteering, I'd head to the gate.
And think.
(How to fight from tomorrow, we have to do something about it)
I headed to the pleasure zone to get my thoughts together.
I don't go into any store, I hang out.
Keep thinking as you roam.
I traveled 10,000 steps in number of steps, but I couldn't think together.
(You can't, I'm stuck. To change your mood, do you want to go into a store around there?)
That's what I thought, and I found him walking in from the front. Skewered Whirlwind.
"Mr. Cornell! Over here, over here."
I wave. I noticed it over there, and it came with a smile.
"Which store are you going to today, Mr. Tauro?
That's what I ask. I've been going to the store with her a lot lately.
"No, I haven't decided yet. I was just thinking."
I notice that much.
Cornell is a pilot belonging to the Knights. I might be able to get some advice on how to fight in advanced classes.
I decided to talk to you.
"I just wanted to talk to Mr. Cornell about something. I'll buy you some tea. Can you hear me?
I said, pointing to Bonanza, a no-hand restaurant, which I saw a little further.
Cornell nodded with a sketchy smile, accurately guessing what tea meant.
"That's why I say... I was wondering if you had any good ideas."
Briefly describe everything from yesterday's upside down to today's Pilot's School.
Including, of course, the matter of more sensitive sensory feedback.
Cornell is given a lemon tea by her tough face and thick makeup sister with a mouth job.
He told me to lick and admire his lips as he took his mouth off his bright red lips.
"No, that's amazing, Mr. Tauro. I knew you were famous in this industry, but I didn't even know you had the talent of a pilot."
"It just so happens."
I reply with a gentle rub from behind the girl sitting on her lap as she develops.
It's not too big, it's not too small, it fits just in the palm of your hand, it's just-sized.
Of course, sometimes I turn around and they give me jasmine tea.
"And magic manipulation, I think, has something to do with the treatment of women, so maybe it's because of that."
Cornell nods as impressed by my words.
"Magic manipulation and the treatment of women. Really, you have to train more yourself."
We both laughed at each other.
This is a coffee room in a no-hand restaurant.
It's a pure space where you can enjoy women lightly while you drink tea.
A no-hand restaurant is literally a restaurant where guests eat without using any hands.
A woman takes care of everything she eats.
And customers play tricks with their empty hands.
Courses vary, but the course above also feeds women without using their hands.
Previously, when I asked for the top course, I had as many as three women per person and offered me a dream time.
It's one of my favorite stores these days.
"Melee is difficult for Mr. Tauro."
After a little thought, Cornell said so.
"The feeling when damaged is too acute. No matter how much practice or experience you have to develop your melee skills, you won't be able to compete with someone who doesn't feel pain."
Sure it is.
If you feel pain, the movement will be dull. Besides, I don't think fear will keep us moving forward.
Because of the high level of magic manipulation, my synchronization with the Golem is getting deeper than people.
Because of this, I feel the impact of the Golem as my own pain.
"But its sensory acumen is also a manifestation of its high level of operational accuracy"
It's not all about weaknesses, it's also about strengths. That is.
"Wouldn't it be better to specialize in magic attacks"
"Is it a magic attack"
I'll listen back.
"Yeah, the question is to what extent Mr. Tauro's magic holdings are, but personally, I think this is all he's got."
And keep explaining.
"Use the precision of the operation to snipe from a distance"
Hmm.
"And I'll run away."
Do you want to run?
"To some extent, when we get our distance, we'll snipe again. Repeat this."
To that explanation, imagine yourself fighting.
In the meantime, my hands keep catching and rubbing my twin hills trying to get away.
I personally believe that this act of rubbing is ideal for thinking.
By the way, I call this coffee room "Between the Wise".
'Cause it's perfect for reading a little embarrassing books and thinking.
Like now, I can use it fully to have a serious meeting.
"Abandoning melee attacks, sniping with magic attacks, and fleeing."
Cornell snorts at my words.
Her tight face and thick makeup sister has already dived under the table, with her bright red lips, to help Cornell think.
Cornell, who seems to have thought together, raised the name of an attack magic.
"For now, I recommend the Arrow of Light (Magic Missile). It's easy to handle and consumes less magic."
The arrow of light (magic missile) shows you an example of how to fight as you see me repeatedly in your mouth.
"Avoid melee combat and keep firing arrows of light (magic missiles) from a distance. Distance shooting would be in Mr. Tauro's favor."
"Maybe so."
I've never used attack magic before, and I'll answer that.
By the way, a little girl on her knees, she's twisting herself too much.
Calm down. I can't have a conversation.
I pinch the hard top between my fingers, gently and slowly.
At first the movement grew bigger, but soon he understood my intentions and gradually grew older.
"Yeah, that's a good girl."
I whisper in the ear of a girl who keeps busy breathing shallow.
Cornell, who confirmed that he had finished dealing with the girl, resumed his explanation.
"If the opponent wants a melee, sharpen the opponent with an arrow of light (magic missile) until approached and escape again in moderation"
I snort and ask questions.
"What if the other guy comes in unimpeded?"
"Right. If you have to, let's get away with the magic of movement."
"Moving magic?
Words I don't know, I twist my neck.
Look at that, Cornell, you look like you're understudied.
Shake your index finger left or right as you chirp your tongue.
"There would have been a pedal in the cockpit. If you step in with magic, you can instantly travel fast with wind magic emanating from Barnia."
I said scratch-fried, tight-faced, make-up thick sister's hair under the table.
(With that said, it's like I heard that somewhere, too,... whoa?
Apparently the girl, being touched is the limit.
So now I decided to put my knee on the floor and have it touched with a no-hand.
Let the girl's soft hair comb her fingers.
(Use your mobility to engage in long-range artillery combat. Armor is paper, so if you get caught, it's over)
I think.
(Pretty romantic specs)
Yeah, romance is good. A yearning for dreams and adventures is something everyone has.
(Indeed, the question is to what extent the amount of magic consumed will be. But I'm told it's more efficient. You could try it)
Or, honestly, I can't think of any other ideas.
I decided to adopt Cornell's proposal.
"Thank you. That's Mr. Cornell."
I said thank you.
But I haven't heard back from Cornell. I am surprised and ask how it goes.
Of a job change to the wise, I was in the middle of it.
(Then I'll change jobs too)
I ask the girl to pick up the pace.
The girl responds honestly to it.
I always think that the employees of this store are of high quality. I guess there is a solid education going on.
After a successful career change, we headed outside to ladder downtown at night.