It's been a year since school.
I studied history well and trained my sword with Mr. Rene every day to hone my skills into the tunnel.
Thanks to that, I finally succeeded in getting second place in the year-end exam!
And today is the first class of my second year. It's also called a real machine exercise!
Yes, the actual machine exercise! Exercise on a real machine! It means we can actually ride the Armunale!
I arrived on the ground an hour before class and waited with my neck long, now or now.
There, Instructor Gazzle came.
"Oh, my God, Eldo, you're early. Did I make a mistake for an hour?
"No, I couldn't wait to get here sooner"
"Cool, well, you're full of mood."
"Yeah, I've waited a year! I'm already sick of my body."
"Well, let me show you something good. Look at the outer walls."
"Is it an outer wall?
As the instructor tells me, I pay attention to the outer wall on the other side of the meadow.
And I noticed. Some of the outer walls are slowly opening up.
"The wall... is moving"
"I can already see you."
"That one!
Exterior wall open to the left and right. And beyond that, there were two Armunales.
Its fuselage, painted white all over its body, is not equipped with any swords or the like, exposing it to a body that remains vegan.
And I walked slowly and came inside the ground.
That means!
"Is that the practice machine!
"Yes, just two dedicated practice machines at the Academy. Exactly. If the war gets real, they'll be on the front lines with their gear for action, too. Now the skirmishes are going on. Thanks to you, Your Majesty turned this way."
"Awesome! Awesome!!
The Armunale, moving down the meadow, gradually increased in size and headed straight under us.
For the first time in about a year, the Almunale shines dazzlingly in the light of the sun. If the airframe used in action is a tasteful stain with battle wounds, this is silk. It is a silk coat that seems to be in love, without any stain.
"I'm going to have you guys actually move this fuselage today. I'm sure Eldo's actually maneuvered it before, huh?
I hear the instructor has heard a lot about my situation from the Commander-in-Chief. Well, I screwed my seat forcefully in the recommendation after the exam, so is it explained and natural?
But then you'd have been surprised. For God's sake, a student who came in on a recommendation couldn't even hold his sword properly.
"I've been through start-ups and short fights, plus garage entry"
"If that's all you can do, it won't be a problem. Perhaps today's manipulation is missing something."
"No problem! You can just ride the Armunale and I'll be happy! Can I go at your feet and watch?
"Oh, oh."
"Now, if you'll excuse me"
Two Armunales that came and stopped right near us. And the instructors come down from the cockpit.
Unlike that, I went to the foot of the Armunale and touched the skin directly.
Walking in the meadows and a little dirty foot armor makes you feel very nostalgic.
With that said, where is the fuselage I gave you by now? Exactly. I think they're deployed after a year of maintenance.
Watching as he licked his whole body, it was more than thirty minutes old at some point.
Gradually, the students begin to gather and find Layla in it.
"Good morning, Leila"
"Yeah, good morning. Looks like you've been here a long time."
"Finally, it's a real machine exercise. I haven't slept since yesterday."
"So if I make a mistake, it's laughable. I hope so."
"Idiot, now you're gonna make a mistake piloting a machine."
It's engraved in my heart, my maneuvering skills aren't as raw as making mistakes after not sleeping all day.
Even more than enough ago, the grounds brought together all students from the discipline of pilots.
Fourteen of them.
After three days of spring break, it's pretty much reduced.
Sure, after six months, there were some students showing up who would leave school or move to another discipline, but people still moved a lot at the end of the year.
Less than half of the students were there. Most dropped out, but about ten people were integrated on their way into maintenance and scouts. I guess they are people like Mr. Bunois who can't give up being involved in Armunale.
"Now it's time to start the actual machine exercise! Gather around me!
Instructor Gazzle will convene us to begin explaining today's class.
"Let's use these two planes today to actually get the Almunale running. Just start in a stop state, complete the start-up process, and circle the meadow area on foot. It won't take more or less than thirty minutes per person. And this is the first ride, so the instructor boards with him. Basically, I'm just watching from behind, but don't worry, if you think it tastes bad, I'll be in support."
Hmm, I did it all by myself the first time I started it, when I started it, when I moved it, but is it something that would otherwise have support in it? But it's not that hard, and I'm sure it's really just in case.
"Then step forward from the one whose name was called. Mars, Fort"
The two called names move one step forward from the group as they create a gutspaw. The other students, including me, turned their envious gaze to the two of us.
With that gaze, the two use magic with the instructor to get onto the Armunale.
"All right, leave the hatch open. Then let it start."
As instructed by Instructor Gazzle, the Armunale started. A low drive noise shivers the bottom of the belly. It sounds nostalgic. If that thing starts up, it'll get rougher.
"Startup next. Don't rush. Do it slowly."
The generator's drive sounds increase, causing the ground to tremble slightly. And Armunale's eyes shone.
Well, does it have an option to glow when activated? I didn't notice at all because I always looked inside.
But it's a good performance for your eyes to shine. I can see at a glance that it started.
"When the boot is complete, activate the sound collection and microphone magic. Even if it's always activated, it barely consumes concentrated magic liquid (hi-maggia liquid)."
Copy that.
Copy that, sir.
Voices are heard from the two armunares, indicating that the magic of the microphone is activated.
"Do you hear this voice, too? Answer me if you hear me."
Instructors speak to the two of them not with an earlier shout, but with a voice to the extent that they speak in the classroom.
"I hear you"
"No problem"
The two of them replied immediately. Both also activate the magic of sound collection firmly.
Satisfied with that, the instructor nodded yeah and moved on to the next instruction.
"Then we'll start walking training. I taught you how to do it. You don't have to hurry, so move slowly. Let's start with Mars."
"Copy that. Mars, I'm moving it."
Mars's fuselage slowly lifts his legs as everyone watches him with a tense face.
And he made a heavy noise with Zuchin and took a step.
Then take the opposite foot, and step by step on the meadow again. That foothold is much slower than when I came from the village on the Armunale.
But it seemed touching to Mars.
"Yay! I'm moving it!
Yeah, we'll see. The first time you move a human robot, it's for life. Me, too, because I even cried just to get it up and running.
"Well done. Stop there once. Fort's next."
"Copy that. Fort, we're moving."
The other one I was waiting for moves the same. This one was still inspiring and voiced.
I knew they all liked Armunale.
"Then let's start walking training. Both of you, follow the instructions of your respective instructors and circle the meadows."
Copy that.
The two slow-moving aircraft go all the way around the meadow.
It was at first that it was as fast as walking, but gradually its speed increased, and by the time it welcomed the turnaround, it was about as fast as marching.
And in about half an hour, two planes will come back under us.
"All right, drop the generator and come down. Please keep the instructors."
The generator of the fuselage stops and the tranquility returns around. And the two of them who came down were visibly excited.
We were talking to each other about how we felt about getting out of the tension, muddling sweat, and moving it like we were having fun.
"We don't have much time. Don, let's go."
The instructor called two new people and proceeded with the training in the same way.
Almost all the combinations were over and the rest were just me and Leila.
I kept waiting for them to call me names every time now or now for about four hours. It was really long...
"Then Eldo and Leila at the end. Get in the fuselage"
"Copy that!"
"Yes."
Climb all the way to the cockpit at once and sit in your seat like you jump. I was surprised by the momentum, the instructor I was waiting for, but I can't afford to worry about that now.
Install the seat belt and make sure there are no problems driving the pedal or lever quickly. Stay ready at all times and wait for instructions from the instructor.
"Can't you do it yet?"
"Wait a little longer. Not since she got in."
"Why is it taking so long to get in! Leila, get in the car!
"That's annoying, I'll ride without you telling me. Thank you, instructor."
Looks like Leila finally got into the cockpit.
"Instructor!"
"All right, all right, let's get this thing up and running."
"Yes, Erdo, we'll start the plane."
Push the start button in, nostalgic vibrations coming through my ass. The monitor lit up and reflected the landscape outside.
Gripping the lever reminded me of that critical battle, I gently stepped in the pedal, raised the generator's output and prepared it for startup.
Layla starts the fuselage a little late from me.
"All right, get it up and running!
"I've been waiting!
Blow the generator to the secondary stabilization area.
"Starts"
The activation button was pressed in and the Armunale was activated.
Oh, this driving sound. I say the weight of the lever, I say the various meters displayed on the screen, I miss everything.
Next to me, Leila's fuselage also moves to boot state. Wonderful scene where your eyes glow and your face rises slightly over and over again.
"Then we go into walking training. First, Leila."
"Yes!
Leila's guy, you're unusually nervous. Well, both sword moves and magic were pre ferociously trained, but all the maneuvering could only be tapped into my head. Is it normal to be nervous?
I have a long day for all this. I'll take the first place in the pilot's grade.
The Layla machine slowly lifts its legs and takes the first step. Zuchin, Zuchin and the slow-paced fuselage are like a stone golem.
About twenty meters ahead, I heard the instructor on the Leila plane give new instructions.
"Then increase your speed and look."
Copy that.
I guess Leila stepped in the pedal as instructed by the instructor. The fuselage dropped just a little and tried to take a strong step.
At that moment, Mike the Layla machine picked up the sound of Pakin and something breaking. Shortly after--
"Kyaaaa!!!
As if that step had been a light escape, the Layla machine runs out at full speed when it drops its hips low.
"............ what?
Almunale, who began to walk through the meadows with all his might, continues on to the forest district while leaving Leila screaming.
"What about the instructor?!?
"No, they're shaking me down!
Due to the fact that the hatch was left open, the force of the rapid launch could not be countered, and the instructor on board had been shaken off.
Magically landed well, so no injuries, but now that Armunale, Leila will be piloting it alone. To see how that goes, I obviously have no control.
"I'll go."
"Oh, hey!
"Please be caught!
Remind the instructor to close the hatch by manipulating the hatch opening and closing lever. Now you shouldn't have to worry about the instructor being shaken down. Let's get him caught around the corner later.
'Cause I'm gonna change.
"I'm taking my belt off. It's a waste of time. Leila's going into the woods."
It's a meadow, which is why it runs straight, but if you put it in the woods, you have to move on avoiding trees or sometimes trampling them. That's a big difference from maneuvering just letting you walk.
If we go in like this, Armunale will undoubtedly fall. That, too, should mean that Layla, who involves her surroundings violently and can't even take the reception, punches her whole body pretty hard on the belt.
If you suck, compression will break your bones.
Piloting the Armunale at full speed, he calls out with a microphone as he follows Leila.
"Layla! Relax! Get your feet off the pedal!
"I'm letting you go! Let go of my leg and I won't stop! The pedal's still down!
"Seriously!
To say that the pedal remains down would be a mechanical failure. But can that happen? If you've made intense moves or bumps on the battlefield, you've only walked around the meadows for a few hours. That's not usually enough to fail.
Impossible things happened, which means there was something artificial.
"Instructor, could it be"
"I don't know unless I actually check, but they're probably working on it. I was on that fuselage earlier..."
"You're the Pharas guy!
It was Faras who rode until just before Leila boarded. He's the junior nobleman who stirred us up in the first exam. He was unexpectedly eating up, but he was let go a little by us with the top grades, which should have been the top grades of the second group.
But how much resentment do you have against us to make it easier for a killer like this to understand? No, can't you say anything from here if you insist it was an accident, beyond the lack of solid evidence?
"Not less every year, some guys do small work to kick down their superior opponents, but this is the first time they've been so despicable"
"If you suck, you'll die!
I adjusted fine pressures and stepped in to speed up Leila's fuselage.
"Layla! You're hearing me!
"What!?
"I'm going to stop him now. Hold the lever tight and be prepared for impact."
"Hey, what are you going to do!
Layla's hurried voice returns.
"Eldo, what are you gonna do?"
"I'll let you fall and stop. If you take it, you'll have less impact."
"It's impotent! You must be moving today for the first time! Plus, if you force the generator to terminate, the fuselage will stop!
"Don't be silly! If you fall at this rate without even accepting it, that's what you're gonna die for!
In Leila's current situation, I don't think I can properly manipulate the fuselage and take a passive. If we stop it, we have to take some way to kill the momentum.
"But you are!
"Shut up! So, I'm gonna bite your tongue!
The forest is imminent in front of us. I can't afford to be arguing right now.
While walking side-by-side on the left side of the Layla machine, I just step forward and stretch my right foot forward of the Layla machine. The Layla machine, just running, caught on this leg and out of balance at the front. If you fall like this, it's the same as the generator's forced end or fall in the woods, but this one has an arm.
Turn this arm around the waist of the Layla machine and take it. The recoil cannot be strongly accepted, but it should be able to escape the impact so as not to die.
Feeling my fuselage rise, I ran into the ground trying to balance it in the air and involve the Layla machine.
"Come on."
My fuselage slows down as I roughly scrape the meadows with the Zuzuzuzu.
The fall brings up a pedal that was no longer returning, or the leg of the Layla machine stops.
Now, we should be able to drop the generator.
"Teacher, are you okay?
"Hey, I don't know... Leila, you are"
"Leila, are you okay? Leila?"
No answer to my question.
"You don't seem conscious. I'll take a look."
"Let's go, too. If the foot pedal is damaged, it must be repaired."
Copy that.
Push open the hatch and fly around the fuselage.
I'll go into the cockpit and tap Leila's cheek gently, but there's no way she'll regain consciousness.
You don't seem to have any trauma, or a concussion?
"Leila, are you okay?
"No trauma. I'll get you out now."
Remove the seat belt that Layla is hanging from and take hold of her body as it falls.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Hold Leila straight up and move out of the cockpit to her shoulder.
The instructor waiting outside went inside to take his place and started checking the foot pedal.
I asked the instructor, holding Layla back.
"What do you say?
"I don't know if it's meticulous, but the spring on the hood pedal is damaged."
"I see."
If the spring for pushing back the pedal you stepped on is broken, the pedal will naturally remain down. You mean you used it to storm the fuselage?
The instructor says he doesn't know if it's meticulous or not, but it would be the work of a dozen eighty-nine phallus. Looks like you could stand normal walking, and you scratched the spring deep enough to break it on the dash.
He said he was a handyman.
Unexpectedly, my hand was stretched, and Leila's eyebrows, who had passed out, moved.
"Whoa, wake up."
"This place..."
"Outside the fuselage."
Layla moves her neck and looks around. And my gaze was fixed on my face right around the corner. Whatever, princess, hold her! Sora, we're close.
Layla's face gradually stains red. This initial reaction is quite interesting, just because of its daily cool and bulky character.
"Is there anything that hurts?
"Yes, it's okay. Can I have it down?
I dare to refuse that request. My thighs over my sweatshirt spats feel pretty good.
"I just passed out. Stay put for a while."
"Oh, no, but... it'll be heavy..."
"There's nothing wrong with that? It's rather light."
"Just put it down!
Whether embarrassment has come to its limit, Leila rambles out in my arms.
"Ah, here! You're not rambling! This is Armunale's shoulder!
If you fall, you won't get hurt. You're tall!
As we unload Layla, who has no choice but to ramble, a facial expression instructor emerges from the cockpit.
"That's about it, you idiots, and explain this to Instructor Gazzle. Then I'll ask for a repair part."
"I'm not talking crazy!
"Copy that. I'll use that airframe."
I took Leila, who was in denial with a bright red face, into the fuselage to get back under Instructor Gazzle.