This is the Pilot's School in Wangdu.
In the grand auditorium, where regular practical exams were taking place, the finals were finally about to begin.
Heading to the mock cockpit in shirt, jacket and tight skirt pilot clothes are the queen of the crimson butterfly mask and the instructional light patrol teacher.
(Jayanne's shining star?)
King of plain children who sees his opponents sideways and doesn't seem interesting.
"When I was a student, I made a name for myself on the women's flower path and went to your three houses with ringtones. While strength is said to be the best in the store, he descends the sideline in his own desire and sits on a cheap chick's altar '
Teaching Light Patrol Sensei is an elite who has always walked the path of daylight. They found me picking up an order at the stall, unlike the junior, intermediate whorehouse and the plainclothes who crawled up.
(Life unrelated to frustration. sawdust everyday would be fun)
Aura as if it emits a backlight, peculiar to those who live a full life. There must be no such thing as being a nightmare like yourself.
(Chuckles)
I punched my tongue because I remembered the middle of the night.
What I saw was a dream of washing my hands and adding something for me. I just exhale separately, in a pottery vessel sitting there, and I feel something that looks like a sign.
(What?)
If you look down with your butt up in surprise, the face of the man with the Kaisel beard is stuck tightly in the potty trap sealed water section.
He lowers his eyes to swing and moves his jaw to turn left and right.
"Trevian"
And after he had drunk something, he opened his mouth and told him with a full grin.
(Hiaaaaa!
You make a silent scream and wake up, plain boy. The heartbeat is intense, and the pajamas and bedding are startling with sweat.
It must have been my first nightmare in a long time because I had unconsciously guessed that the Knights Commander of the Knights of the Kingdom would come to the periodic practical exam.
(don't like it)
A gaze that deliberately focuses on the opponent to keep the audience out of sight. A dark flame shakes in the back of my eyes unknowingly, and my mouth distorts.
If it was a vegan state, I wouldn't have thought about this. Now it's queen form, so thoughts really point in the negative direction.
I'll tell you what the mud tastes like.
I disparaged my own family, my yarn-brown-haired sister and my Niyanya laughing brother.
Rebellion, but with the same motivation for them, he was a plain child king with his ass in the mock cockpit.
Meanwhile, this is Teaching Light Patrol Sensei. Gathering the audience's gaze at raw skin extending from a tight skirt on her knees, she is staring at a butterfly mask girl student sitting far ahead.
(We fought earlier, let us see)
I can't contain the feeling of exaltation before I fight the mighty enemy. But his head was calm, spinning toward the offense.
(It's great)
What has tormented opponents so far is a range more than a dozen times that of a sword. But that's only if you have the skill of a plain child king.
Incredibly high hitting accuracy and the irresistible destructive power of something inferior to a sword. A dense streak of strikes that wouldn't have come any closer would not have been possible without her.
(Must have tried hard)
Honorable, I think. Top-notch moves in any field do not attract instructional light patrol teachers.
(But so far, you hardly seem to be traveling)
But it's not just a compliment. Apart from the whip dancing flashly through the air, he also watched sharply at the feet of enemy knights.
(I don't even have to move, until then)
In every match, it takes about a few steps from the starting position. But with that, it was enough for Teaching Light Patrol Sensei, who reached heights in martial arts training.
(Much inferior to that foot carrying, whip handling)
Then the only way to counter it is to storm and pack the distance.
"Approach, slash"
Although the policy has been decided, there are also problems.
Because three games since this morning. Because everyone is sinking into anti-aircraft fire, except for a boy student who couldn't move a step and got on his knees in the first war.
Breaking through that won't be a big deal. But she thinks. "I can do it myself," he said.
(You can test the power, the stirrups. Oh, how fun)
He solicited me to the Pilot's School, an associate of the Knights of the Kingdom. Appeared right in front of you, superb enemy.
A heartfelt thank you to both sides, Teaching the Light Patrol teacher moved the knight's foot to the center of the magic formation.
"Begin!"
And with the voice of the referee's instructor, the moving two horsemen.
He is a plain child king who burns dark fighting spirit, but had greatly distorted one eyebrow into the movement of Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
"Hiding in the shadow of a shield, packing the distance while under attack"
"Jump backwards or sideways to avoid whipping tips"
This is the opponent's first hand, including qualifying. But Teaching Light Patrol did not rely on his shield, but was moving forward shaking his body to the left and right like a snake.
(Licking)
Knight of Teaching Light Patrol Teacher who packs distance without showing fear, in front of a weapon of absolute confidence.
"Gotcha"
I guess that's what I felt. Rapidly increasing angle, plain child king's brow.
Of course, Teaching Little Inspector does not look lightly. On the contrary, it's a challenge with all the respect that's overflowing.
But the inferiority of the plain child king did not convey his thoughts.
Can you go on?
After paranoia, he stares hatefully and greatly increases the number of whips. But even that shifts the axis of the body to the left and right, turning back, or leaning back and avoiding the instructional light patrol teacher.
That look is just divine. It would also be natural for the audience to flutter heavily.
As a result, the distance between the two horsemen was rapidly shrinking.
(Bad)
In a few moments, you'll be in one sword at a time.
And the plain child king knows. Teaching Professor Light that the blow of the sword is extremely heavy.
(I'm brittle)
I know things that are difficult to endure in the last divine match.
Lightning's 'Lightning Sword'. Because he brazenly broke his knee and shook his ass before a breath of triple penetration released from his groin.
(Queen of Casabelle retreats to Jayanne's chick stand)
But the plain child king, he doesn't move. There is also an insistence on being a billboard girl in the store, but the primary reason is that she doesn't win.
"Fixed Turret"
If you describe her in a nutshell, this would be it. Plain Son, who has no martial arts heart, is a complete amateur except a whip.
Teacher Kayashi is a martial artist who approaches the barrage of whips without changing his face. Nothing but suicide, such as challenging athletic fights.
(Then that's it)
A beautiful girl mask with a butterfly mask, eating off one side of her back teeth.
"Ooh!
Turning the knight's left hand around his back, he grabbed something and flashed his arms to the approaching miniature knight.
I guess they poked at me by accident. The opponent slapped sideways collapses and stops his leg.
What could have accomplished that was the whip that had been hidden.
You're making me do it.
Heavy rain of a whip that doubles by being released into each hand. If converted to hourly rainfall, it must have exceeded twenty millimeters.
The weight won't get over it, so the power will be down. But by erasing the space, it's different than before.
"Break your knees! Get down on your knees! And scream. You bitch!
Attacks that cause a number of violence to occur sharpen their endurance without giving them a chance to fight back.
"Dirty, isn't it? The world smells so bad that it's dirty that it wins."
Instructional light patrol teacher who managed to fall back and escape the whip range. King Plain Kids laughs mocking himself as he wields the additional whip on his left hand.
"The white princess of Jaanne wouldn't know."
What the extra word indicates is the color of the underwear. A knight's gaze makes me see the back of a tight skirt from time to time.
Back to the point, it is the battlefield that we assume, albeit the exam. Instead of violating the ladies' agreement, such as sneaking a second whip.
(I can't believe you hid it, it's bad for them)
Still unconsciously, it would be the beauty of the person in the plain body who would have to be evil in order to smear and defeat it.
The perspective returns again to Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
Her thoughts were exactly the opposite of those of the Plain Child King and she was just admiring the bottom line of her opponent.
(If you think it's imminent, push it away. what strength)
But there is no fear. All there is is is joy in the battle that comes to mind.
(Let's take a bet. There's nothing left to win or lose, on the last bet I put everything on)
After one snort, the shield on his left hand is dropped to the floor without hesitation. Instead of gaining lightness, he threw away the hardness.
Her eyes then turn to the one-handed sword on her right.
(The length of the reach is attractive, but not comparable to the whip. It's hard to throw away the destructive power, but what should we do)
After a little trouble, this goes to the floor too. The reason is that I'm not used to the treatment of swords.
When you place your empty hands like boxing, gently round your back and jump small. Keep it light, start carving the rhythm.
(This is still it)
I worked out until I could defeat the Northern Demon, two fists. He wanted to use the most trustworthy weapon in a great battle.
And Teaching Light Patrol teacher dancing on an arc centered around the Plain Child King while shadowing.
But this split has caused a great misunderstanding to the other person.
"You, etc., bare hands and enough"
That is how it was received. Shortly after, it was a fierce whip storm that struck.
(Is it still up there? Really, you are more than I imagined)
Teaching whilst avoiding it Light Patrol teacher further enhances respect that doesn't make sense at all.
In fact, the magic power of the Plain Child King was beginning to show the bottom. It would be because he kept waving two whips at his strong opponent.
But the anger was temporarily rising to the bottom.
(So, the last da (Charles) ns. (Dance?))
What floats is the look of a trance. Thus the two unmingled men entered the final round.
Further the perspective moves, this is Tauro sitting alongside a herbivore mechanic in the VIP table.
He watched his face unchanged as his surroundings made noise to Teaching Light Patrol Sensei, who threw down his own weapon.
(Waking up)
Shura also lives among the instructional light patrol teachers so that there is something dark in her mind.
She is called a 'ghost instructor' by the apprentice children of Jaanne, and she is scared. But still, I don't show up when I'm leading the teaching.
(Only when you fight the same or more opponents)
I'm not proud of you, but I'm one of them. Shura is therefore a face-to-face pattern every time she goes to the store.
It's colorful.
I can't see it a bit far-sighted, but it should have a red cheek and a luscious look. It reminds me of her genuine play and stretches sluggishly under her nose.
(I don't know about that ride unless you're the one on board)
A light cruiser floating on your back, in the sea of your bed. I cover her, and when I insert the kajibo, I row out to the outer ocean.
The first thing that strikes me is a continuous high wave with the bottom of the ship floating off the bed. If you can stand it, the next thing you know, a horizontal wave will come.
(If you overthrow them on the sidelines, they'll take the top and blame you)
Me cutting the rudder to the left to the right even as I get flirted, sticking with my moves to put the hull under control. The sense of accomplishment when you successfully survive a storm is really good.
But it is forbidden to be cautious. Because even if it doesn't look like there's a sea level, it's going to set up a body twirl that's going to sink in one shot.
(And be sure to show up at the end, giant waves)
That's right, even with my shipbuilding skills, I can't deal with that.
We just have to pinch the tip of the two hills in front of us firmly at both fingertips and keep sending the Morse signal of distress.
(In the meantime, it worked out)
The giant waves collapsed along the way, scattering the tide. Otherwise it would have been swallowed and dragged into the warm seabed.
That makes me feel very comfortable.
(Be patient. I have an appointment)
Teaching light patrol teacher rambling and crazy beneath me, screaming 'Sink and Sink'. The last time I quieted her down, like a fish right after she was caught, with a penetration of the groin.
Remembering that feeling, my son began to turn his head upwards.
(Just calm down)
It's embarrassing to stand out here, so it was me who repeatedly took a deep breath and turned my consciousness back to the game.
And finally, the storyteller of the story returns to the Plain Child King.
Teaching light patrol teacher was touring the circumferential track around the plain child king, as he looked for a gap. But it finally came off and started falling like a meteorite.
(Chuckles)
Shields and swords alike discard the movement of lighter knights, which is difficult to capture than previously.
But there, Queen Cathabel's sign. He taps sharply as he gets into his nostalgia and smashes Teaching Light Patrol Teacher's right arm.
(I won!
Remaining, left, not the dominant arm. And it's not a sword, it's a fist.
No matter how less durable you are, you won't sink in one shot. Before that, the reverse whip arrives and the opponent will fall and lie down.
"Lick the floor!
The queen hoists both sides of her mouth and screams with her bloody running eyes. Her miniature knight swings down her right arm with a whip.
However, his vision was twisted forcefully to the side before he could see what would blow up like no other.
(Been?)
Teaching Professor Light's left fist went into three places: the jaw, the heart, and the mistletoe.
It is a steep point in the human body, but it has nothing to do with the knight. Still, three consecutive hits of damage have sharpened the health of the queen's riding knight.
(... how fast. It's like lightning)
What plays in the brain is the last moment of the last game of the divine match. It was when I received Lightning's "Lightning Sword."
(Apparently, it's not compatible with thunder)
Ironically bending one side of his face, the plain child king closes his eyes.
"Until then!
The referee's instructor rushes to declare after the sound of a head-to-floor clash sounds. I guess the delay was due to the fact that I had seen it in a fierce battle.
This was followed by a big drink from the audience. Fierce applause also rings.
(Winner, Teaching Professor Light Patrol. Semi-winner, Plain Kids King. Third place, Mr. Cool. Fourth place, black tights junior)
The pilots' school's regular practical exams end with such results.
The top four earned the right to participate in the training of the Knights of the Kingdom in the fall.