I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

Classes in mock warfare, the first day ended.

The worn out students are aligned with a sad face. It just seemed to seep remorse in its face anyway.

I didn't know I could still do this face because I was shown the difference in desperate power... They had more guts than I imagined.

"Now we're finishing today's mock warfare class! Make sure you do the equipment and other maintenance well!

"" "Yes!

"And Carona."

"Yes, what is it?

"Show Lord Fran to the dressing room for the students."

"Okay, I get it."

I'm glad Carona is in this class. If you're another student, you're scared for sure.

No, even Carona is a little freaked out. I was just as hungry as the rest of the students, and I busted them with sword moves.

It's just that I've had some conversations, and I guess it's a big deal that I know I'm the one who can talk to if it's not in battle.

"Well, I'll show you."

"Mm-hmm. Thanks."

Led by Carona, Fran starts walking.

But there was no conversation between the two, and silence continued. Because Fran is as always, and Carona is nervous.

It was Carona who broke that silence.

"Um..."

"Hmm? What?

"Well, how were we?

That's an out-of-the-box question. Maybe it was a question that I accidentally uttered, not withstanding the silence. Fran is also tilting his neck.

"What do you say?

"I know it doesn't extend to Fran -"

"Hey."

"Yes?

"Dear, I don't need it"

"Huh?"

"Not Lady Fran, just Fran"

Fran blocked my words and gave me an anxious look, Carona, but soon she looked horrible. Instead, I got confused.

"But Master Fran..."

"It's the same class, so reciprocity. Weena Lane said. Nobility, the displaced, the strong and the weak, it doesn't matter if they're in the same class."

As a matter of fact, that's what I was told when I was given a mild description of the college by Wiener Lane.

This college is a pretty special place. The students are equal under the Spirit, regardless of their outside status, honor, etc. It is unacceptable for nobles to wear power and behave tyrannically, or for strong men to threaten others with violence.

On the contrary, although it is also unacceptable for the weak to be lazy on the grounds of their position and weakness, or for civilians to clear their daily depression of the nobility.

This meant that Fran and Carona had nothing to do with each other's strength or position and are now reciprocal.

Fran, I'm great when I'm a teacher. When you are a student, you are in the same position as the student. I guess that's the perception.

"So, Fran?

"Mmm."

"Are we weak?

That's a tough question. From the franc, it's weak. But I'd say they're quite strong in the world. Each had the strength of a Rank E Adventurer and was able to collaborate.

I would have won without a problem if it was around Auga. This time the other guy was too bad.

But Carona doesn't seem that way. The confidence I had seemed to have shattered to pieces of wood.

"We aspired to a special warfare class with the goal of making battle a business. I'm looking to be an adventurer."

"Mmm."

"But I didn't get my hands or feet in this mock fight. I didn't think I could win, but in the end I couldn't even return a blow...... With this kind of body, can you really be an adventurer or something?

They don't know what their strength is anymore. Fran opens her mouth against Carona, who leans down to anxiety.

"Mm-hmm. Weak."

"Oh yeah...... That's right."

"It takes too long to use magic. It was also slow to judge. Low levels, too."

"Yes......"

"Carona's a magician, but she's gone before."

"Yes......"

"Maybe I'm confident in my physical surgery, but that's about as much goblin I can take down. We need to work out more."

"Ugh..."

Whoa. Carona's in tears. But I don't know because it's true. But Fran's words still didn't stop.

"Then you can't escape the mighty Warcraft."

"... eh. Sure, maybe so. We are... weak."

"Mmm."

"Again, us, etc. -"

"But everyone is weak at first. Carona and the others need to be strong from now on."

Carona stopped her legs and stared at Fran's face in unexpected ways.

"Hmm?"

"... can we, too, be strong?

"Naturally. If you work out, you get stronger. That's a trick for anyone."

"Really..."

"Mmm."

I guess I could understand that Fran's words were not comforting. Turns out there was a strong light in Carona's eyes.

"I'll do my best. I'll work out more."

"Mm-hmm. Good luck."

"Yes."

Although not yet, Fran smiles too when she sees Carona finally smiling.

After that, there was a surprising increase in conversations. I guess that means the distance has narrowed. Though it was all about the delicate eating of learning foods and which dining room was delicious.

If you're having fun and bickering, you'll be in the dressing room in no time. There is a sign called the women's dressing room.

Yes, it's a women's locker room.

"F, Fran! Oh, no! I'm leaving you here!

(Why?)

"Ah, ah..."

I'm in! In the garden of Himitsu, I'm the one with Osama!

I haven't seen it! Because I haven't seen it! I don't have eyes, but I'm meditating on my eyes! I'm a harmless and gentleman, Gentle Weapon!

"Oh no, I could bruise my butt"

"My chest's getting bigger again?

"Hey, don't touch it."

Look, I haven't seen it! Really! But hey, only sound can do anything! I can't block my ears!

There's a way to use witchcraft to block it, but if you do that here, you might be suspicious. I have no choice! Yes, I have no choice but to hear my voice.

"You, there's a porcupine in there. Something eclectic."

"Hey! Don't look!

……

(Master? Why are you shivering?

'Cause it's nothing. Let's get dressed and get out of here, shall we?

Men all over the country. I'm so sorry.