I’m a NEET but When I Went to Hello Work I Got Taken to Another World (LN)

The next day, Will's boot camp day two is over and my special training begins. Will stopped by to say that he was wearing it with his protective gear out of the item box.

"What are you doing, brother?

Though Will has a shriveled face, he seems to remain energetic enough to move around. I was dying on the second day or something.

"It's sword training. I'm going to ask His Sergeant to do an audition."

Today shouldn't be as miserable as yesterday. Because it raises the dodge from three to four, and it takes the heart out of the eye. It is possible that suddenly the dodge will rise and the Sergeant's lord will question you, but this one is also life-threatening. You can't just pretend.

"Can I have a look?

"You're gonna eat after this, aren't you? If you don't eat, you're not going back to strength."

"I don't mind. Let me tell you something from mine. Prepare Massal."

"Sir! Thank you, sir!

Will is upright and immovable with a voice from His Sergeant. It is very well spoiled. It's the effect of a slave collar.

"Sergeant, are you strong? You're getting quite old, though."

Will asked as he dropped off Lord Sergeant walking into his quarters.

"I can't believe you're strong. They were swordsmen when they were younger and second in the world."

Talk while wearing gear.

"Guys!?

"You think you're a Kensei disciple of everything? He said he was weaker than he was when he retired, but I wouldn't be the one to deal with him."

"Is Kensei that Kensei?

"Are there many Kensei?

"He's not here. If I say Kensei, Barnabash Hayda, I'll just be alone."

"Well, I don't care about Kensei. First do something about His Sergeant right in front of you or he dies."

What can you do about the second place in the former world by heart and eye? I'm too anxious.

"We train, right?

"Training, though?

"Are you going to die?

"If you get distracted, you die. I'm not dying, but it hurts like I'm dying."

I'm full of wanting to get away with this, but if you don't build up your strength, it's going to be life-threatening, and it's something I volunteered for from myself. I can't even say no now.

"Good luck, brother..."

It is sad to say that this is the only one with backup. Satti is still waiting outside today, but he's basically off-limits except for those involved.

"Ready?

Lord Sergeant came back while we were dealing with Will.

"Yes, thank you"

The attack of the Sergeant's hall was extremely intense. They attack with the momentum of whether they are willing to kill. The sound of a sword trident echoes into a training ground that is gingy and unpopular.

Heart-eye and dodging up seemed to have worked, and I have managed to sword down the attack of Sergeant Hall. Apparently, I don't have to die today.

"You lifted your arms yesterday today. I'm surprised."

Once at a distance, the Sergeant says.

"I'm sorry it suits my eyes like yesterday."

"Then let's be a little more serious. This isn't going to be a good exercise."

It seems certain that I will die today.

"Um, brother... are you okay?

Will speaks out worryingly to me when I fall like a bored rag on the ground.

"I'm fine. It would have seemed like a decent meal."

"You're off the steeple!?

Sergeant, you're giving me a break.

While eating a dying attack many times, I found out that, at the moment of the attack, I am being powerless. Without it, you wouldn't have been able to stand up in one blow. Differences in strength are historical. My mind and eyes were about to buy me some time to avoid it.

Stand up over and over heels. The plates have also taken a large number of attacks from the Sergeant's lord and become becoveted. This is a bad idea if you don't order a new one.

"It's time to change that armor."

Said the Sergeant when he saw me examining the dimples in the half-plate armor.

"Right. I'm going to order a new one."

"Then tomorrow it's training without protective equipment. Thank you. You rely too much on protective equipment. Bad habit."

"Well, if possible, you haven't trained for a little less pain, have you?

Though they are reduced, they are beaten many times with iron swords. That hurts. It hurts so much. My consciousness is about to fly over and over again. But I'm not gonna pass out, and I'm gonna get up. I'm guessing Lord Sergeant is exquisitely adding and subtracting around there. Horrible.

"This is the most efficient thing you can do. We'll be out again soon, won't we? I don't have much time."

If you can train carefully after six months and a year, there are different ways. But it means we have to be in action in a week. But isn't it a little too much to say no protective equipment?

"Don't worry. It does more damage than it can heal with healing magic"

It hurts when you get hit, Sergeant. The wound is going to be traumatic, though it will heal.

"I can't remember if it doesn't hurt"

Anne said that, too. An adage or something in this world?

"It's Kensei's word, brother."

Seriously...... I'm talking about getting an introduction, but this doesn't look like it would be better if I didn't go.

"Will, you will also be training your sword tomorrow. Be prepared."

"Sir, Jesus, Sir!

Let's work together, Will...

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Day three. The trainees were desperately waving their swords as they wore out. And the healer looked tired.

"It's a little early. Shall we take turns?"

"I'm sorry. I don't know, a lot of injured people."

We're talking about that. One more person falls and the sergeant sends a signal.

"I'm coming."

"Please."

I don't know about the fallen trainee, but the injury looks like a scratch. One heel would be enough.

"Come on, I would have recovered. Stand up!"

"Sir! Jesus, Sir!

See that the trainee has risen safely and return to the waiting area.

"Teacher Vorkt, you're always in the mood. It's a lot of people and it's tough."

You don't have to be in such a mood now at all. No protective gear today. Will you at least use it as a wooden sword? Wouldn't you. If it doesn't hurt, I don't remember.

After the training, there were more visitors to my special training. All the participants in the beginners' workshop remain.

"When I tell you about yesterday, everyone says they want to see it. I have your permission, Sergeant."

Trapped in a dormitory, do these guys have free time too? I couldn't afford that when I was around.

"I don't think it's fun to look at."

It's just an event where I'm defeated by the Sergeant over and over again. We've experienced that many times ourselves.

"Watching people fight is another part of training."

"I don't mind if that's the case"

Lord Sergeant walks in with his sword in his hand. If we don't focus on this one, we'll die today. I don't have any protective equipment. Today is the day to die.

"Ready?

"Yes."

My mind is not ready at all. But it doesn't mean you can wait or not. Stand ready and set up your sword. At the very least, I was only admitted to head protective equipment, but I am very uncomfortable with no protective equipment.

"Did you cower? But sitting still doesn't make things any better."

That's a good point. Plus, I'm a little bit aware of the trainees I'm touring. I'm sure it's frightening, but what seems to them is the selling ticket.

Activate the covert and sneaky feet and quickly turn around to the right hand of the Sergeant to slash them. The normal one seems to disappear for a moment when they do this. Of course, Lord Sergeant doesn't make sense. I was simply afraid to attack from the front.

Attack even as you move so you don't stop your legs. Lord Sergeant has bad legs. A hit-and-away should be hard to deal with.

But that didn't happen at all. I'll pack the distance exactly as this one moves. Gradually, you will not be able to afford to attack, and you will be on the defensive side. If you think about it, it's one leg that's bad, and there's nothing wrong with that bad leg if it's to the extent of walking. Anyway, if you're going to get away at full speed, you can go after it at your leisure for a few steps or so.

And it finally takes a blow to the bumpy shoulder. Kneel for the rest of the pain. Shit. This is broken.

"Let's use healing magic. Come on, recover and stand up."

The Sergeant's permission comes down, but the pain prevents him from concentrating. I can't muster magic. Blood draws from his face, and unpleasant sweat flows sloppily in spite of winter.

"What's up? Didn't you want to be strong? Stand up!"

Think of it as HR and say it briefly. But I can't escape this pain from not recovering. Take a deep breath and focus your consciousness on magic. Small heel activated. Small heel activated. Small heel activated.

A small heel I thought I hadn't had a chance to use since I remembered the heel but it helps in unexpected places. I'm sorry I made a fool of myself. Heal your wounds with more heels. Move your shoulders around. The pain seems to be gone.

Stand up and be relative to the Sergeant again, but I can't find a way to open it.

"What can I do when I really can't win"

"If we can't even escape, we'll have to fight. If you don't give up, a miracle could happen."

That's an opinion that doesn't seem useful in the present situation. Let's give up. This is only training. I'm not dying. I feel like I'm beyond the scope of training, but this is training. Pain is also a fantasy. It heals quickly. All right, it's okay. I can.

We were to roll into the ground four times in total by the signal of the end of the Sergeant's hall. I seriously think the protective equipment is great. Let's thank whoever made it. After exercising healing magic, I also lost my temper to stand up, so I think so while sitting back.

"So, are you okay, brother?

"I'm generally fine. I'm just taking a little break right now."

I guess I'll make some more golems today and ride home. Yeah, but I don't even know how to use magic.

"If it's hard, you can finish your training today, okay?

"... no, please, to the end"

A fascinating suggestion, but it wouldn't even be the kind of air you could say it would end here. My response, Sergeant. My lord is nodding with a serious face, and Will and the trainees look magical.

"Well said. I'll give you three more days to work out."

With three days left, as declared, the Sergeant forged me relentlessly. Seriously, there was no forgiveness. Wild rabbits. Harpy rabbits nearly killed me a few times, but it was the hardest experience compared to that.

As always, the Sergeant still has enemies, but only a small heel in pain became good at it.

In the past few days Satti has taken martial arts to level two, and Ellie has finally acquired her cooking skills.

On the last day of the beginners' workshop, Will was happy to cry that the collar had come off. Will will give up being my disciple and party with his trained companions.

We will leave this town tomorrow to go to the village where Mr. Orba and Mr. Nania live. It is a two-week journey in a merchant's carriage.