The day after the pilots' school's regular practical exam.
I was in Jaanne's playroom, lying in bed with Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
"Congratulations on winning"
She smiles happily at my words. head on the same pillow, far enough for the earlobes to touch each other.
We are breathing lightly with each other because right after the First World War.
(Long time no see, you forgot me)
The reason why the first celebration to say is so late. That's because I started playing right away.
Shortly after the apprentice left the room. They didn't even give him lips on the drinks they delivered, and he pushed them down.
"It lasted awhile, in an awkward state"
The cause would be this.
Instructional light patrol teacher who had been busy before the exam and was attending less. It made it harder to make appointments and the days of patience went on.
"The semifinals, too, but especially the finals were a close match. I was so upset watching you."
Teaching light patrol teacher to plain child king. Both knights should have had only a small amount of endurance left.
At the end of the day, three super-fast hits in a row, unleashed like multiple lightning bolts falling to the ground at the same time. Without that, the victory or loss would have been the other way around.
"To be honest, I was ready to lose"
The winner of the practical exam who affirms my guess and speaks quietly.
"But at that moment, I felt the movement around me slowly."
At first, he thought it was over with a punch in the jaw of an enemy knight. He released a second beat anyway, even as he gave up half when the counterattack came first.
"I slapped my heart, but the whip still won't come"
Then I stuck out my third fist and hit Mizo as I was aiming. As the plain child king began to fall back, he said, the flow of time had returned.
(... what the hell is that? Completely masterful realm)
I can only look back with my mouth open.
Although I've heard the same episodes, they're all people who made their name for sports and martial arts in their previous lives.
(No, the sales of men and women are no less than sports and martial arts)
Release moves, instill strength, and enjoy yourself while competing. And after you're done, shower a refreshing sweat and no-side.
In the Wangdu Hanayu Realm, she boasts one of the finest strengths. In my hall, I'm ready for a seat in the center.
Shoulder to shoulder with the legendary famous athletes is not strange.
(Good fortune to be able to compete with Teaching Light Patrol Sensei during the full season. I have to thank you)
When I thought about it, I was called straight from the side.
"I'm stronger now"
A beauty with long hair who turns her face here on a pillow and declares abruptly.
"When I go to the pilot's school while I'm out of the store, I know. As the treatment of knights improves, so does the strength on the bed."
Encouraging him to continue silently, Instructional Light Patrol carries on the word with a gentle opening and closing of his lifted one-handed fist.
"And yesterday's final. That's when I, definitely, crossed the wall. Dear Tauro, would you like a taste?
Staring at her with a strong light in her eyes, I think.
(Knight manipulation and male and female moves. Again, these two have a close relationship)
Earlier first round. I already felt better than usual from the touch of my skin.
"Between, because I put a few days"
and so on, at a level that cannot be explained. I guess her power is still rising from the bottom a lot.
Return the answer, along with the satisfaction with which the theory is supported.
"Pleasure!
As soon as I turn my body to the side, I hug it and start the second round.
(To the best of my ability, it would be rude if I didn't respond with all my strength)
With the skin in contact, activates the 'good thing about them, but you can see them at color temperature' demon eye. Examine every corner, take the lead and stab 'Star Phantom (Astral Sword)' deeply.
This is about letting the gentleman in the groin put the aura together, simulating but changing the length, thickness, and shape to it.
"Accurately arrives in a good place and can be adjusted while watching the reaction"
The combination of the Devil's Eye and the Star Phantom (Astral Sword) can be described as vicious.
(I'll tame you and melt you down. As in "In the Hundred Days of a Hundred")
If Teaching Light Inspector says he's a miniature knight, he's an active pilot riding an old lady (Old Lady) with me.
Moreover, it is the type that specializes in sniping from ultra-range.
(Never take your aim off. its precision, taste it with your body)
Me stabbing and stabbing and stabbing weaknesses that emit strong light from the beginning.
Instructor Kazuo leans back on his chin and shivers his hips. But the move was crooked.
Cum, cum, cum.
Three degrees in a row. The front and back of my hips, which took place in an instant, impacted and paralysed my lower body like thunder had fallen.
If you look at her round your eyes with surprise, what floats in your mouth is a grin.
(This one. Did you defeat the Plain Child King with this)
of the final, Finish Blow. In front, medium, deep. Three depths activated the 'truncation table'.
I managed to stop without letting it out, but it just happened.
(Here we go again!
I couldn't get in my hair for a while and hit him again three times in a row.
(Doesn't make me do it)
But with me, "Doctor Slime" was known to have that person in the Hanayagi world. I'm not going to break my knee lightly before my new move.
(Stretch out! Ruyi stick)
Instructional Light Patrol still moves faster than his hips and is a shape-shifting star Phantom (astral sword). The target is the spot of white, shining light in the Devil's eye.
(... ok)
Me holding my fist hard with my heart to the three shots of Kaishin.
About now, you can praise yourself. In all three, I took the counter.
"Ahhhh!
Teaching light patrol teacher who screams cute and faints in a grand way as he ejects all sorts of things.
Three Special Shots for the steeple. All of that was returned with double the damage, so it's natural that the consciousness will be pruned.
(But I'm pretty sure it's gotten stronger. The battle to come, it'll be tough)
Losing is losing, feeling good. But because of that, I want to be respected as a strong enemy.
(I might be the next one to look at this face)
If you drop your gaze, Teaching Light Patrol teacher's lid is open, but most of his eyes hide upwards, and all that remains is white.
(Hmm)
Plenty pours into the depths and exhales loudly, enjoying the feel of a narrow body that does not subside cramps.
And I enjoyed the fragrance and feel of my long straight hair with my hands.
Jaanne, the finest whorehouse in the first class of the pleasure district. When I leave the store, I head to one of the stalls out there and grab dinner watching the crowd waves.
After that, I headed right south to my home.
Tonight, Mr. Cool is coming.
Semifinals of practical exams. During the battle with Teaching Light Patrol Sensei, he was granted protection by Dangolow.
I thought it was decided. I endured a blow, so I thought it was odd.
"I'm home."
I was coming to the front door to pick you up, the eels and the dangouts. Take the two of them to the living room, put a bath towel on the floor, and once I'm out of the yard, I'll be the only one.
Returning with his bare hands, he placed two cushions on both sides of the bath towel and sat in one.
"What about Zaratan?
A five-year-old larvae of a magpie butterfly, 20 cm long, headed by a family member. Imoske asks.
He doubted that he hadn't brought a third spiritual beast, a tortoise.
He said, "Don't."
"The Dying Regiment" where I am the leader, the Doctor Slime. Imoske is the deputy chief, Dangolow is the general, and Mr. Kool is the Phantom First Eater (Unicorn).
Zalatan is my family, but he's not in the regiment, and Mr. Cool hasn't even noticed him as a spiritual beast. That's why tonight, they're watching "The fruit of Vintage Shaking in the wind, against the backdrop of the starry sky".
"Hmm."
That sounds unfortunate, but the deputy chief of how convinced he is. Shortly afterwards, a round general next door flies a wave at me.
"Here it is!"
Usually Imosuke detects visitors first, but not this time. I guess the rotating races are still compatible with each other.
Slightly behind, the sound of the golem carriage stopping in front of the house and the footsteps up the stairs continue.
I headed to the front door to welcome Mr. Cool.
"Protection and advice. Thank you."
After being passed into the room and seated in a cushion placed on the floor, she bows her head so deep that her forehead rests on the floor.
The subjects are the two on the bath towel, so the back of the head is still higher than the Imosques.
"But I lost. Sorry, sir."
To Mr. Cool's head, who carries on the words in that state, Dangolow began to climb what he thought.
"Injuries?
The first food eater (unicorn) answers the question from above her head, 'No'. Encouraged by two men flying a reassuring wave, she slowly returns to her posture, being careful not to drop the general.
(Are you going to console your losing men?
He just doesn't seem to move overhead and stand still, but Dangolow seems to intend to.
I deflect my gaze downwards and see a young woman with a scarce expression.
(... you look happy)
Sometimes my face was neat, and the impression I gave was cold, but I felt calmer than usual.
Because of this, I also put Imosuke on my head like a dick.
"Hmm."
"Phew Phew"
I just imitated it, but somehow it starts scattering bees and sparks, two over our heads.
Without worrying about it, Mr. Cool drew a bag of hemp knitting beside him with his spine stretched out.
"I wanted to thank you. I brought it."
Two loess flattened stones of different sizes were removed.
"I didn't come here for the reason that it was food."
Pretty bothered, I guess. I know how you feel. I also lost a lot about souvenirs after a divine match in the Holy City.
I end up using it as a baby brush and use it to sand it down when going up from the garden to the living room.
(Is there also a portion of Imosuke?)
The little one with the black pattern placed in front of me seems to be more like it.
To me, by the way, the chief, the confectionery folder at the famous store. Already picked it up at the front door.
"Ok, ok"
Before the stone, as the immortal above his head demands' grate '. Imosuke looked at the pattern often before turning his head to the first food eater (unicorn).
"Happy?
Apparently, the pattern is a fossil of plant leaves.
I get hungry, too, and take a serious look.
(This plate, mudstone)
The mud deposited turned to stone at the end of a long period of time. The leaves, I guess, were taken in in the process.
Imoske, also known as "The Sage of the Forest," gives out a wave of joy after an intriguing view. He liked it.
(sounds like you're passing it on)
Mr. Cool showed relief, so I guess the wave of imosques arrived as well.
Dangolow is also lowered to the floor by her, with no pattern for her share, this one staring at the same mudstone plate.
She said, 'Wouldn't it be the roof of the bunk?' I was rubbing my mind.
(Hmm?)
Do you have something to think about, Dangolow, who turns his face to the Phantom under his command? The Cool Beauty takes it and is slightly surprised and then nods.
What the hell?
Back up and get the distance, increase the speed as you circle and rotate, and go towards the general.
And the slab of mudstone that devoured the body, made a mild noise and broke it in two.
……
When I get back to normal, I turn to me, and Dangolow gives me a radiant wave.
Apparently, he wanted to try the results of last night's practice before the thin, flat stone that was rugged.
The first food eater (unicorn) says, "It's brilliant," and so on, and he applauds it small.
"No, I'm sorry about what you're feeling, but you're not strong enough to break a stone."
It is very fragile and fragile compared to ordinary stones.
I think it's impeccable, but I want to avoid getting hurt by mistake. That's why I dared to tell you.
Mr. Cool seemed to know, too, and he is silent with a strange look.
"Zanen"
It is a sinking general, but it is brought back by the suggestion of the first food eater (unicorn).
"How about when something happens, as a tool to show His Excellency his power?"
tiles for tile breaking. It would feel like a so-called 'Noshiwa'.
Hatter, but they still do. I can feel the waves rejoicing.
I'm just out of conversation, so I'll say what I care about.
"It's a battle of third-place decision-makers, but were you both in tune with the sense of a knight?
After losing to Teaching Light Patrol Sensei in the semifinals, Mr. Cool plays against Black Tights junior.
The way we fought, though we won, was to 'tease the knight's groin with his knight's fingers and make the pilot scream'.
"No."
Mr. Cool shakes his head left and right, unfortunately. Apparently, it was just junior black tights.
"Probably the previous game. The aftermath of the battle against the whipper must have affected it."
There seems to be an air of jealousy because the 'on board' condition is rarely visited and is said to be a valuable experience.
(Actually, it's not that good either)
The precision of the operation and the feeling against the surrounding area become exceptionally sharp. But because of the pain, I can hardly say it's suitable for battle.
I'm in that state all the time, but I won't have to tell you.
(But nevertheless)
Juniors were knitting up moves I didn't know about, such as increasing their magic powers during games. In tune with the knight, I guess that has something to do with it.
(You're graduating. from school and from me)
There must no longer be anything to teach. Happily, just a little lonely wind blew through my chest.
But such time soon flows away with a voice from his family.
"Oh right. I'll bring it now, just wait."
Imosuke and Dangolow urge me to stand up.
When you go to the kitchen, put what you had prepared on the basin and place it on the living room table.
"Watermelon and corn. Eat and go."
They insisted on feeding their hard-working men.
By the way, I'm the one who harvested it. I am also the one who peeled and boiled the corn, cooled the watermelon, and cut it.
"Absolutely."
Make your eyes shine on your appetite, Mr. Cool. I started eating. After watching her with the two of them, I went to the kitchen again.
"A little in the garden, I'll leave you"
Thus, in the living room, the members of the dying regiment, and by the pond, the long-lived tortoise with your opinion number, enjoyed watermelons and corn, respectively.