Street trees in Wangdu began to change the color of the leaves from green to yellow. Many golem carriages pass by.
Each side painted crest has two things in common.
One is that it is a luxurious golem carriage, polished enough to reflect the scenery.
And the other thing is, the pilots' school is the other way around.
(Long time no change)
Out of the glossy black golem carriage owned by the Merchant Alliance, I look up at the auditorium and exhale.
Today is the second day of the Periodic Practical Exam, the day it opens to the public. The gentlemen and ladies who are thrown out of the carriage are all invitees.
(I can't believe you could come to school with such serenity)
I remember when I quit school to be kicked out, me immersed in a feeling of smudge. I'm visiting in an extraordinary practical exam, but I can't stop the gushing sentiments.
From behind there, I heard a weak voice of a herbivore mechanic.
"Um, Mr. Tauro. I feel so out of place."
Looking back, the figure of a thin young man with a line looking around anxiously. Apparently, the guests around us are pressuring me.
"It's okay. Because we are now representatives of the Knights of the Merchant Alliance. More important than the average customer."
It is one of the places of employment for the pilots. That's why VIP seats are available.
(Even the outfit is perfect)
I'm a cheeky pilot costume with a shoulder tag on it. A herbal mechanic is a half-maint's courtesy.
It would be a party, but it would be a reception, but I'm not ashamed to go out anywhere.
"So stretch your chest a little bit, stretch your spine"
The Guild Commander told me before. 'If you improve your posture, you will have some'.
I have to pass on that knowledge backwards.
"Come on, the seats are that way. Let's go."
Lead the way into the grand auditorium and walk the wide and long hallway.
The windows of the streak showed an unchartered thirty road old man in a pilot's costume and a half-mainted young man with narrow shoulders.
(I wanted to be there. Rin)
Arriving in a seat set high, I look down at the students aligning themselves in the venue.
Teaching light patrol teacher and Mr. Cool, wearing a tank soldier-like shirt, a jacket and a slightly shorter tight skirt.
I feel a strong sense of freshness in my eyes.
(Hmm?)
A herbivore mechanic who grabs a railing next to me and rides himself out. There was a long three-knit Sobacus girl in her red hair, as natural if she followed her gaze.
Working in a junior whorehouse, she's the one I recommended to Cornell, the herbivore thinker.
He's also noticed over there, waving small.
(The tension just now seems to have blown away)
A thin young man with a line that tides his cheeks and waves his hands back enthusiastically. I was relieved by the way it looked, and I rang.
"How about that. You look good in your pilot's clothes, right?
A young man who loosens his cheeks and laughs lightly. For this minute, I must ask you to play in the pilot's clothes soon.
After all, the charm of a uniform doesn't let people get away with it.
(Does that mean that some people find my costume attractive?)
Think perfectly and look around at ourselves that we don't think fit very well.
(... well, let's put that aside)
I shake my head gently to the left and right, take one sigh, and then I return my gaze to the venue.
In my eyes was a luxurious girl with dark hair tits, wearing black tights. It stands out a lot because it has many raw legs.
(Sounds plausible)
My weak-breasted junior gymnast is the winner of my last regular practice exam.
Naturally, he also participated in the subsequent training of the Knights of the Kingdom. However, they have not been hired and have been returned to school.
Cornell, I hear the talent ran out on the extraordinary practical exam that took place before that, and the level of the exam itself was low.
(Sure, compared to ponytails and braided big tits, you can't deny the lack of power)
But that too, if only at the time.
"Uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! 'I have blindfolded my junior black tights and put on many arches.
Now she grew up with enough people to enjoy, although she wouldn't even go with ponytails.
Good luck with that.
A brunette with big hair who notices me and talks to me.
I just nodded back and notice a girl student standing next to her junior.
(Is that you, plain boy? You made it through the qualifying round. Congratulations)
Sounds quiet and gentle. If it's any favor, the atmosphere that you must listen to while you look in trouble.
Now she's not wearing a butterfly mask, she's a plain girl from when I first met her in Casabel.
Recently, bookings have become more difficult because I have been busy going to school.
"Align!"
The sharp voice of the instructor sounds loud and magical inside the auditorium. The students simultaneously rang their heels and turned to the stage.
At the end of the principal's steadfast but long greeting, he scatters to the four magic formations.
The battle that shapes their future begins at last.
(Enjoy a serious battle under heavy pressure from the side. It's really good)
Let's call it the flavor of the game.
I put my weight on my back, and I lifted one hand and asked the drinker-like students for iced tea.
The herbivore also turned his face to see if he could afford it. Because three redhead braids appeared in the first battle.
(Which. See how you go)
As she puts her ass in the mock cockpit, a miniature knight rises between a few beats.
I looked at the weapon in my hand and was slightly surprised.
"Is that a stick?"
Removed from the shade of a round shield on his left hand was a wooden stick shaped like a helicopter turned upside down. On the thick part, a lot of nails are punched in.
A C-grade box doll (box doll) used it in the northern countries, but the rider was an old man. I don't think a young woman likes to use a weapon.
"Maybe, did you recommend it?
The herbivore reacted to my question. After nodding, he opens his mouth without letting go of his eyes from the venue.
"Yes, because she has no taste for martial arts. I suggested it."
Above standard if you just move the golem. Plus, there's more magic than people. But they used swords and ranged magic, and that's why they were losing their grades.
(Because the sword is hard for sure. Simple weapons are easier to exert the power you can hold)
A single-edged sword would be the most important thing. It takes a lot of skill to perform.
(I know the reason, but how does she feel?
Me moving my hand from my chin to my cheek and holding my face against my face.
"A stick suits you."
A man who obviously likes himself tells me to look him in the eye. As for the maiden mind, it should be complicated.
On the other hand, however, he can be considered a herbivore mechanic. The fact that the three redhead braids also follow the advice will tell me that it tastes like him.
(The opponent is also a female student)
If you look across the street, it's a girl student with brown hair and thin eyes sitting there. I feel like I was there when I was there, but honestly, I don't really remember.
This knight is a one-handed sword with a rectangular shield and mainstream equipment today.
"Begin!
The referee's instructor's hand was waved down and the first game began.
Here's the perspective, to a female student with brown hair threads.
She was defeated by the Plain Child King under one blow in the qualifying league, but won two games in a row with the rest. He's out of the group league in second place.
I still haven't sorted out my feelings for the weakest person who was suddenly transformed. But I couldn't afford to look for a reason to be satisfied with the brown hair thread right now.
(Damn. Suddenly it hit me that I didn't like it)
Thirteen left, which distinguished Jaanne's pair of beautiful women. The stick woman in front of me falls into the category I don't like in it.
As for her, she was the one who wanted Jaanne to crush.
(Here I come. this assault idiot)
A knight with three redhead braids pushing the round shield forward and advancing.
The redhead bends the path forcefully and plays the shake down with a round shield, even as he releases the slash as he moves sideways.
(I can't deal with him. I'll re-compartmentalize.)
I jump back trying to get distance, but I won't allow three redheads to knit. They jump in as if they hit you with a round shield, not even a single blow of restraint.
And the minute I got close, I started swinging the stick like crazy.
(Such a retarded way to fight. I won't admit it)
There's no fat muscles or anything there. It is the same as a toddler who has eclampsia and rampant.
For brown hair threads that specialize in feint crossed rushes, I'd say the compatibility is terrible.
Preventing it with a shield does not outrun the onslaught, and is pushed into the outer edge of the magic formation.
(This persistence. sucks)
Brown hair thread that greatly distorts and even withstands the lips.
The reason why she is inferior to sword moves and experience is because of more magic than the line the opponent has.
Immediately after the start, the three redheads are always fully open. Miniature knights continue to show maximum muscle strength.
(It's not a child fight. A battle between knights can't be better like this)
I think strongly, but I can't change reality. Be prepared and instill your magic.
"Get away from me! Ugh!"
Same as the opponent, maximum output. Shake it off with your moves and forces and jump inside the magic formation.
Then he switched his weapon back to a short cane (wand) and slammed a thunder arrow (thunderarrow) into it.
"There's shit!
A blow that consumes magic luxuriously in an attempt to open it, but is prevented by a round shield, albeit a gibberish, and inflicts no damage.
To the brown hair hoisting the thread and screaming, the redhead knight kicks the ground into small pieces as he tries to hide himself in the round shield.
"Extremely low yourself and run with your shield pressed to the front"
The lower back posture is poorly dressed and the more hilarious you want to erupt from the side. But for the brown hair thread from the front, its imminent appearance is a nightmare.
"It's disgusting! This whoa."
The reward of sticks and swords, forced by fleshy things.
My thighs open because I stomped in the cockpit and my black underwear is dew apart from yesterday. The audience's gaze concentrated, but I couldn't afford to feel it.
"Keep Chasing the Ball Even, Little Kids Football"
The battle for the three redheads is similar to this.
I don't ask for passes or dribbles. Anyway, kill them and burn their obsession just to kick them.
Run or run, keep chasing them, and they won't flicker when they unleash a magical attack.
(I just got into school, to a guy like this)
Unfortunately, brown hair threads don't have the decisive offensive power to break the shield's protection. As it is, it will be brought into a simple magic battle.
If so, the result is obvious. It's her loss that won't hold her breath.
(When I'm done here, I can't stay in school anymore)
Although they continue to remain in advanced classes, previous periodic practice exams have not allowed them to break through the qualifying league.
I have never won a fourth-place prize, and as such I have no experience in training the Knights of the Kingdom.
"You've been in school for a long time, rookie loses the first round."
If you exposed yourself to such ugliness, your impression of the instructor would suck.
(as no prospect, to be truncated)
Uniform money for tuition. Everything else is just free, the school is dry.
Tomorrow, the main entrance may remain closed against itself.
(I don't want to lose. I can't lose. If you lose, it's over)
Bite your lips hard and bleed.
But the battlefield is ruthless. The moment the magic runs out and stalls, the balance hits the bottom with a large tilt.
The knight with the brown hair thread was sunk to the floor with a series of cloudy sticks.
The point of view, again, goes to Tauro, who watches in the VIP table.
"That's it!
A red-haired three-knit knight whose judgment screams and joyfully pokes his stick up into the universe.
When I saw it, I exhaled heavily.
(I don't know, awesome)
I don't think a very young woman is manipulating it. If you only look at the way you fight, you get the impression of a primitive.
(Whatever the winning factor is, is the difference in underlying ability)
It would be like a man fighting a bear. Even if there were swords and sword moves, I couldn't cover it up if it wasn't so much.
"I did it, Mr. Tauro! Good. Ah."
A herbivore mechanic who shines his eyes and rejoices.
The best feat is still him. A simple weapon and a simple way to fight it, so I pulled it out without compromising her power.
The next step would be to honestly accept this' unsightly method of warfare '.
(Doesn't that sound like it's going well)
I guess we don't need to dress each other up for nothing. The two of us must be making good progress.
In front of me, a herbivore mechanic who still gets excited and keeps talking. While I am thorough with my listeners, I turn a blind eye to the venue.
(... red butterfly mask. I see)
What I found at the edge of my sight was a plain child transformed into a plain child king and sitting in a mock cockpit.
In her as a vegetarian, I couldn't really picture her fighting. But this is satisfactory.
The next time I moved my eyes to the face-to-face mock cockpit, a mild emotion ran into my heart.
(... I've become an ancient ginseng)
Because I found my former classmate, Niyaniya Laughing Brother.
"Ooh, coward."
"Hey, coward."
'Did I say something? Coward. "
Every time I looked in my face, that's what I used to say, Niyaniya Laughing Brother. The surrounding people were in tune, laughing and laughing.
That doesn't waver in my mind surprisingly now, even myself.
Does this mean it's gonna grow?
I feel smudged.
Even if we do it again, we find it troublesome. I don't know what to say, 'I'm losing interest'.
Probably because he no longer interacts with his life.
"Alliance Knight, a merchant who exorcised many warcraft and brought safety to the streets"
This is what was given to me and the old lady, people's appreciation. And the relationship with the Knights of the Kingdom isn't bad either, since the upper management has been a total replacement.
I mean, for me, Niyanya Laughing's brother is, "Be the enemy, but I don't care". On the other hand, I'm the one who loses a fortune if you turn to the enemy.
Okay, more plain than that.
Strength, fight. I recommended it, so you have to watch it responsibly.
They kicked their former classmates out of their heads and turned back to the queen of the mock cockpit.
A little bit of perspective here moves to a girl with three knitted red hair and a little noticeable sobacus.
She was waving from the mock cockpit to the herbivore mechanic for "Brother of Fire Alcohol", called "Son of the Alcoholic" by a colleague at a junior whorehouse.
(That's the expert. If I did what you told me, I'd be strong.)
I think as I give up my seat to the next student.
(But what about recommending a stick to someone you like?
For a moment, a wrinkle leans against the root of the brow, but quickly loosens with the cheek.
(Well, that's where he seems to be)
Incidentally, the alcoholic child is more important to herbivores than he thinks he is.
My colleagues' women were overheard every time and their appetite decreased slightly.