Just east of the Royal Castle, the Royal School of Magic. Further east, there is the Pilot's School.
Today, the Dragon Gate to the Knights of the Kingdom, the Regular Practical Exam, begins.
(This time, this time it's over)
Apart from the niyanya laughter sticking to her face, her brothers and students burning the inside in agony.
The gates to the Pilot's School are also narrow, but true torrents are regular practice exams. For the first time since I've been able to go back here, carp sucking mud under the water can be a dragon.
"It's not a pattern. Hey. Why are you so nervous?"
It was the girl student with thin brown hair with her eyes who spoke to her passing in the hallway.
In the opposite sense of the poker face, the illegible niyanya laughing brother of the expression. Still, I can see it would be due to the length of the relationship between those who continued to stay in school in "One More Step".
"You have too much room."
Brown hair yarn wins proudly to my brother who returns his face.
"My production starts tomorrow. The instructor said so, too. And luck is an important element in the battlefield."
Niyaniya laughing brother hitting her tongue with a sneer as she waved away with her back hand. Half of it would be a glimpse into what made me feel lighter in conversation.
He also went to the auditorium, as he followed.
"Follow the preconfiguration and head to the respective magic formations"
Advanced class students instructed by the instructor and divided into eight chunks.
Two simulated cockpit seats, depicted on the floor of the auditorium, with four magical formations of ten metres in diameter and installed opposite each outer edge. Two chunks gather there.
What's going to happen is a total win by the four. The top two of the eight groups, a total of sixteen, will advance to the main battle tomorrow.
"Whoever is called, prepare."
The referee's instructor, who was waiting there, drops his eyes on the paper in his hand and puts the name of the contestant in the first game in his mouth.
After responding, the female student with brown hair threads walked out to the mock cockpit.
(The opponent is weakest. light)
The back of a shadowy female student who gets smaller to the face-to-face mock cockpit. Brown hair thread with that in your eyes and a grin on the edge of your mouth.
By the way, using the four magic formations in eight groups is to consider student fatigue and avoid matches in a row.
(Yikes)
Brown hair thread sitting deliberately exaggerated and exposing the back of a tight skirt.
Just for a moment, but I guess I saw black underwear. Several male students turned their gaze.
(Humph)
Reiterating her charm and lightly satisfying her self-esteem, she turns her attention to her opponent.
So I stopped at the root of my eyebrow with a big wrinkle.
(What is that? I'm kidding.)
The more you push, the lower back you go, the less wary girl student you think 'what are you doing here'. Tauro's plain child somehow wore a red butterfly mask on his face.
(Could it be a wish? like a must-win prayer)
Out of the way, I don't think it's the kind of personality an idiot can do. If I had serious intentions, they would have given it to me from around the family.
(Even though only the strong are allowed to stand out. Miscellaneous fish like you just make it more serious)
The laughter is for a moment. Immediately the discomfort rises and the jaw rises.
(I'm not familiar with this. I'm gonna get you out of here.)
Brown hair thread that lets the miniature knight walk to the center of the magic formation after sending a contempt gaze to the painful clown wearing a butterfly mask.
Confirming that the knights of both sides had reached the starting position, the referee breathed deeply and raised one hand high.
"Begin!
The moment his hand was shaken off, the knight with the brown hair thread dashed fiercely. The assault knocked him out of the magic team and tried to decide the battle 'off-site'.
If you go outside, no magic is supplied, and the knight turns into a figurine. Easy and fast for those who don't need the effort to sharpen their endurance.
(What?)
Shortly afterwards, I heard a burst of ear destruction called Paan. At the same time, the sight that was in tune with the knight blacks out, and the alarm of 'Uncombatable' sounds to the damaged ear.
I don't know what happened, what the situation is, or the brown hair thread. The same applies to the majority of the students around them.
But that's exactly what the referee's middle-aged instructor looked like.
(Said it was a blow with a whip!
Straight into it at full speed, brown hair thread. Plain child's whip entered his face at the counter.
Earlier loud acoustics would be shock waves caused by the tip of the whip exceeding the sound speed.
A knight with brown hair threads who is falling from his knees and falling forward. It was a simulated battle, so it wouldn't break, but the magical judgment was that the head had been blown away.
(What skill. I didn't know I would let it go without swinging and just with all my body shiatsu)
As surprising as it may be, there is no surprise that the instructor was' weaponized with a whip '.
It is because although there are no users in the Knights of the Kingdom, they exist only marginally in global terms.
"Close range is sword, long distance is magic"
This is the classic of the world, as is the Knights of the Kingdom.
But the instructor is an active Knights of the Kingdom member. I know because I'm an expert in battle. That the whip is not just a subordinate compatibility of the sword.
(Though it doesn't extend to the magic range, the time between them is more than a dozen times that of a sword. So the amount of magic consumed is no different than waving a sword)
By releasing the number, it is also possible to control the medium range. Depending on how you fight, you'll be able to defeat your opponent before they arrive.
(Now, that's exactly it)
Incidentally, what remained of the whip in the pilots' school was the remnants of what used to be a whipper in the kingdom as well. I rarely showed up because it was too difficult to handle.
"There's a battle!
Restored his mind, he declares.
In the noisy surroundings, a female student with brown hair threads just leans back and opens her legs in the simulated cockpit, showing off her black underwear.
The middle-aged instructor, who moved his eyes to you for just a moment, immediately returned to his heart.
(... that strength I've been hiding. Let me see how much it is.)
A miniature knight of Plain Son, who lets a spiral draw directly above him with a whip. It becomes a bundle as it falls and goes beautifully into your hands.
He was an instructor staring with a rugged eye at the whip that drank his breath.
And too often.
(Definitely. It's real)
Plain kid in a butterfly mask who had two more fights while pinching other students' matches in between. Gaining certainty from that battle, the middle-aged instructor nods.
All struck with a single blow. He defeated the target with a single swing, from the unreachable position of his opponent's sword.
(But the opponent's level is too low. A lot of things I don't know about this)
At the whim of the spirits of the whales, this group was staggeringly packed with students with lower grades as well.
To measure power, it can also be said that the lack of power is difficult.
(You're her at all costs. They totally poked me in the void)
It is the only girl student with black underwear who is more than lined up.
From the revealed difference in strength, there is no chance of winning.
But still, I wanted to see how far they could stick after I found out they were whips.
(I have no choice. Looking forward to tomorrow)
He was a faculty member who shook his head and changed his mind in order to focus on the Judge for the rest of the game.
All games are over and the tournament entrants are decided. After the drawing of lots for the combination takes place, it will be dissolved.
Thereafter, the instructors had gathered in the conference room to discuss the results.
"I'm surprised today."
It was the oldest male instructor who opened his mouth. He was a retired junior pilot because of his old age, but had been reinstated as a teacher due to lack of manpower.
There is no subject, but there is no one who does not understand. At this time, the instructors' interest was more directed at Plain Son than at Jaanne's pair of beautiful women.
"Today she has only wielded the whip three times. Three games, just three."
A powerful voice was spoken by a middle-aged instructor who served as a referee. The others can only roar.
"What you see through it is incredibly polished technology."
He has little experience in action and is a good pilot when it comes to fighting. With it, I couldn't stop my spine from getting cold.
(How much experience have you had in getting that one)
An area that can never be reached simply by swinging. You shouldn't reach serious battles that sharpen your mind and body unless you overlap them enough to be distracted.
(I don't know about that at that young age. What the hell kind of life have you been living?
A middle-aged man shaking his head sideways and exhaling loudly. There is a gradual increase in motivation around us.
Because each of the instructors began to express their opinions.
"Can I have a word?"
Hands up was the oldest instructor who had put his arms together since he first uttered the word.
Grandpa carries on the words as he gathers everyone's gaze at his old, subtly trembling fingertips.
"... the one who holds the red butterfly in his face and gets off with a pin-heel on a man's back. Let the sharp whips and the hot waxes rain and lead the men not to the pure earth."
Words spun out slowly, in a harsh tone.
After I finish, I look around at the quiet officials and open my mouth again.
"At the top of the Hanayo world, there were words like this."
Teachers looking at each other with a nervous look. "Top of the Hanayagi Realm" is a world where only those who possess more than a certain amount of gold, status and strength can live.
Specific criteria would be called "two names".
"Nobility will be blood, pilots will be power"
These are the words of the pilots' complacency. Even among the Knights of the Kingdoms, equivalent to nobility, even for a generation, there are only two names left to count.
In other words, if you try to be the teachers who gather here, it's a world that looks far away.
"If my point is certain, she will be 'Casabel's Storm', Queen of Queens"
A staff room full of time.
Three of the finest whorehouses in the Wang capital. One of the best established casabelles of all.
If it's Queen of Queens, it's a Christmas tree called Casabel, a star ornament that shines at the top. Just one of the highest peaks of the king's capital.
There was no such thing as a pair of Jaannes, so the surprise from the fallout is simple.
"Is it a Casabel storm that defeated 'Reaper' in the previous divine match?
Raise your voice with the look of losing room, aunt instructor.
Because she's in the Landburn match, and she's watching a skinny black Class A knight wielding destruction with a sickle (Death Size) in front of her.
By the way, Mr. Cool is a winner of a divine match, but it was already over a year ago. There were hardly any instructors who knew about it because they barely even left the store.
"... such a luxurious child, that Reaper"
Knight cockpit, on the bed. Whatever the difference on the battlefield, it's no different than being a terrible enemy.
(Will you have the courage to stand up to yourself alone?
My aunt is unable to give me an answer even though I ask myself.
After returning the nod of affirmation to her, Grandpa continues the conversation.
"I went on a pilgrimage to Sacred Capital H and I watch the game raw. There's nothing else to describe that whip as a storm."
Grandpa seems happy because he's listening.
Because the same story was repeated too many times at home, it ended with "yes".
Just being a pilot, this world is a success story. But no matter how successful you are, the way you treat people at home is like that.
"But also the Reaper. I didn't take a step, I took it all with a cool face"
My attacks don't work.
I guess I've tried replacing such a desperate situation with myself. A painful voice leaks out of the teachers' mouths.
Seeing the reaction of such younger colleagues, there is a grin on the edge of Grandpa's mouth.
"But Casabel's storm didn't flicker, 'Don't be nasty! You sleep-deprived cat-back bastard! I said,' Let it go. No, you'll never forget that surprise."
What a hegemony, what a courage. Less shocking, speechless instructors.
A situation where you encounter a reaper on the battlefield and the attack does not work. Even if I were strong, would I be able to speak the same language?
The silence that filled the meeting room may be the answer to that question.
"But what struck my heart was not more than that. What a big step into her nostalgia for Reaper, despite being a whip. And from the nearest moment on, he unleashed a massive blow."
The attack of abandonment took effect, whipping up the Reaper's body and depriving him of his freedom.
Encouraged to continue with enthusiasm and silence, Grandpa's tongue turned even better.
"It was a brilliant one. Reaper is deprived of his freedom with a wound whip and falls to the floor. It is no longer a murder weapon, such as a sickle (death size) that cannot be wielded."
A leaning tower before the impending storm. Reminds me of its defenseless appearance, the oldest instructor to close his eyes once.
Nodding a few degrees, she quietly pulls up her eyelids (eyelids).
"She then coated herself with wax dripping onto the sickle (Death Size). Put the shortened candle on its tip and you'll end up suffering from heat."
Like yesterday in his grandfather's ear, he hears the voice of a plain child king called 'Yes, Candle Service, Termination'.
The moment she blew out the fire with her breath like a birthday cake, Reaper sprayed a ton of cream from between the Great Sickle (Death Size) and the wax.
That was a sign of defeat.
"... Awesome"
Who leaked this word?
But the instructors were so impressed that it was not strange who they were.
If we stand alone against our mighty enemies and win even more, we have to be respectful as warriors.
"Looking forward to tomorrow's game. She would love to join the Knights of the Kingdom."
Those were the instructors who snorted at the closing words of the elderly instructors.
After the sun has completely fallen, downtown Wang Capital.
As usual, I enjoyed the conversation with the three families who gathered in nature and in the living room. The topic will disappear as it floats, so you can call it a chunk of chatter.
"What form of seed do you like"
What's exciting about this now, by the way. It was the family head who raised the question, Imosuke, similar to the five-year-old larvae of a magpie butterfly.
My opinion has been exhausted, and I shall speak anew.
"Tomorrow, we're going to the pilots' school to see the game."
This time, a lot of people I know compete. Plus, I want to see how much I've grown, which is my goddaughter's "brunette tits, thin-breasted junior gymnast."
"Uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer!
A luxuriously fit girlfriend who goes to Pilot's School while working part-time at a long-named junior whorehouse. I have participated in the training of the Knights of the Kingdom, and I think we are one step away from hiring.
He puts on an alternate archery to replace Cornell on the black tights junior who is remanded to school and depressed. You must be growing stronger than before.
What about Yuki?
It was Imosque who asked.
This imbecile, who is the head of the family, is also the deputy head of the "Dying Regiment," an evil secret organization I host, Doctor Slime.
I guess he kept the Phantom, his subordinate, somewhere in his mind all the time.
"We're leaving. He seems pretty strong, and he's one of the winning candidates."
Mr. Cool, the first food-eater (unicorn), is said to be the most prominent candidate along with the instructor, Patrol Light.
"Dusty."
"Dusty."
Face your head and snort at each other's imobes and dangouts. Dangolow, a general, seems pleased with his manpower.
On the other hand, tortoises who are not part of the dying dying regiment are only listening peacefully.
I was looking closely at that, and the question flies from Imosque and Dangolo.
"What's the big deal?
"Do you have anything?"
I wonder what it is. Inquire as you raise a big question mark over your head.
"Fish?"
I put my arms together and lean my neck. The two spiritual beasts who saw it begin to bump each other, saying 'numb', 'often'.
I finally understood, I nodded wide open.
"Oh, the plain child king? You must have been in today's qualifying round, but it's subtle if you could still win."
Why did the two describe it as' fish '? That's because I couldn't explain' Sin and Punishment 'well.
"Happy to be slapped"
I really don't understand this, and Vice President Imoske and General Dangolo have made me a question attacker.
You must have seen me, the chief, stuck in words. The long-lived Tortoise Zaratan, your opinion number, gave us a helping boat.
"Stimulating Nyoli, Disinfectant Citaire Noda"
Fish, etc., are the ones who do well.
The two convinced me of this, but since then the gentlemen and ladies who prefer 'sin and punishment' have come to be called 'fish'.
By the way, Zaratan also has a verse that he really thinks so.
"What about Kushizashi Shen Pu?
"What about La Tora?
Imosques and dangolows who shine the waves they send and ask me.
Regardless of the familiar lightning, for some reason the two are favorites of Skewered Whirlwind. Again, impactful Special Attacks seem to matter.
"I'm not answering. I'm already a pilot, so I don't have to go to school."
"Zanen"
My family, all of whom are disoriented by my words.
This is mainly a topic of change of heart.
"You guys, by the way. I've developed a new Special Attack, can you let me know what you think?
Families, including Zaratan, who turn to the word in an instant. For some reason, Spirit Beasts love Special Attacks.
"Then let's go. Aerial swimming!
Me lying on the floor of my living room, repeating bikun bikun and dolphin kick. Everyone is delighted with his appearance.
"Little! Little!
I said, "Oh, my God!
"Um, sure crab."
No matter how old you are, it's a pleasure.
Then I responded to the encore and repeatedly swimmed in the air on the floor until my breath rose.