The day after I finished my in-base tour. We were ready to head out in the morning.
I'll borrow the bathroom.
"Aye."
"Okay."
"Wait a minute! Let me go to the bathroom first!
"I don't like it. It stinks."
"Hey!?
Batans and doors close in front of Batis, and the sound of securely locked sounds indoors. Me and Leon were choosing clothes for the outing with a pitiful glance at Battis, who squatted with his belly down.
Even so, I don't have enough clothes to say I'm going to choose because it's about the shirt I wear under my uniform, such as the clothes I'm bringing.
Just pull it out of the bag and fit it so it doesn't feel properly uncomfortable.
"I wonder if it's like this"
I'm a half-sided white cutter shirt in my uniform trousers.
Leon, like a nobleman with all sorts, has blue trousers and weaves hoodies from the top of his t-shirt.
Batis... can't you move? Poor bastard.
Well, the reason why we're ready to go out dressed in private clothes from this early morning is simple.
Because today is a precious holiday that we only have about seven days a year.
Even so, is it right to say, sensibly, free time during a school trip? Ask them to issue a pass between the base and the town and look around the town of Jakarta all day today.
"You're welcome."
"Ooh!
While I'm doing that, Layla shows up from the bathroom after getting dressed.
We accidentally raised our voices to that appearance.
"What..."
"No, I was reminded that Leila was a girl too"
"You want to be slashed?
There's no annihilation.
Layla was a black A-line piece to the knee. He wears a straw hat for sun protection, a white stall on his shoulder and a metal ring like a belt change on his hips. White arms protruding from the shoulders are wrapped in colorful misangas on the wrists.
The feet proudly protrude tight thin legs in daily workouts, and the shoes are also heeled string sandals.
Honestly, it was unexpected that the outfit alone would change my impression so far.
"Even I would be fashionable to the crowd. I just don't get a chance to show it. What if Eldo cares a little more about his outfit than that? Almost not a uniform."
Well, I can't say my outfit just took off my uniform learning run. Or so it seems practically.
But...
"Enrolled on recommendation is good, but I don't have time to work part-time to maintain it, and there's no such thing as a send-off from us in the first place. What do you want me to do if I can't make money? Rather, I still doubt how Layla is making money!
That's right. If I don't have time to work at all, why can Leila afford the money to just be normally fashionable! Even you don't have a delivery!
"You've been working at the restaurant since the evening, right? Look, while Eldo's training his sword,"
"Seriously! Then how do you keep that sword!?
Oh, my God, you're just gonna forget about me not shaking all day. Every time, Mr. Rene slashes you!
"I'll do a little moulding practice in the morning, but that's all. Later on, during class or free time after school. I'm done studying, and school classes are enough. That's about enough time."
"I hate that margin..."
"Yes, yes, you didn't say anything stupid, it's time, right?
While we were talking, the meeting time was approaching.
Hurry to finish your preparations and head to the front desk, which is the meeting point. There, the teachers and the sub-directives. Plus, the members of the second group were already waiting.
We rush under the instructors and align.
'Thank you for waiting!
"All right, you're all set. Today, then, we shall move freely for one day as planned. Well, I think most of them are going out of town, but don't take any problem actions."
'Yes!'
"Then you'll hand out the gate passage. It's something you can use all day today, so don't lose it. If not, contact the gate attendant immediately. Because it helps the suspicious break in."
That's what the subordinate said and handed us the cards he had. It's a card with our personal information and student numbers on it. I know there's proof pictures on here in my last life, but in this world without photography technology, that's not there. As for the stuff, it's close to the insurance policy.
We don't lose each one of us, we lose them in our pockets, we lose them in our wallets, we lose them in our nametag pockets with neck straps where we brought them from again, and we each get a passage to a place where it's okay to be here.
I left it in my purse, by the way. Ever since my last life, all my valuables have been purse-wrapped. This one is better. Well, there's a risk of being pulled out, but that would depend on my attention. There's no indication that a guy trying to be a knight has been hit by a town pull.
"Now, everyone, be mindful of moderate behavior as a student of the Academy. Dismissed!"
The teachers go back to the leftovers room.
We dropped it off, and we just ran out toward the base gate.
I'm a student after all, so I'm looking forward to free time!
Crossing the gate and entering the town, a vibrant city jumped in unlike the base.
In the base, it was tidy and useless, but the town had a chaotic atmosphere where the houses intricately entered and formed maze-like passages. There, many dewstores line up and the guests come and go on the highway.
As in Fortran, there is no need to allow the Almunale to pass, so the road width is narrow and the carriage is so faintly different.
"That's a great vibe."
"You're not like Fortran. You're lively. Will the city just be different and the atmosphere of people change so far?"
"Isn't she cute?"
"Well, where are we going from"
As a matter of fact, I have looked into places that are likely to be attractions, but the free time of the day means that I don't plan so closely. Or almost unplanned.
Walk the town fluttered as the wind turned and cared for, fluttered by the smell there.
I bought a wooden sculpture that I wasn't sure was a souvenir in an outdoor store, and roamed the meat in an outdoor store that I was told was recommended.
If you think so, take a trip to the museum to admire statues and paintings, and buy a puzzle called a souvenir that photographs paintings.
Battis...... when are you going to make 10,000 pieces of puzzles or something.
That's how they enjoy the town of Jakarta.
If I noticed, there was a bag of souvenirs hanging on both hands, and the contents of my wallet were somewhat lonely.
The yang gradually begins to lean, increasing its redness.
The public street changed from tourist to housewife, making it more noticeable to shop for dinner.
"Ca!"
I hear screams from across the street when I try to suggest it's time for my last purpose.
"I want to pull! Catch me!"
"Retreat! I'll kill you!
Having instantly grasped the situation, we leave our luggage with Batis all at once and keep our hands free. Batis is so buried with luggage that he can't see it before for that matter, but well it won't be a problem.
Seeing the upset of the people on the street, the hitter seems to be fleeing this way.
"I found it."
"Confirmed. You got a knife?"
"I'll handle the knife. Make sure you say hello."
"Aye."
I'm not saying it's more dangerous now. In the first place, Leila is the strongest in the proximity, and she hasn't been trained in a soft way to beat all of us before that.
Anyone has a role to play in handling weapons or catching them. It's just that Leila declared it first, so we gave it up.
Layla drops her hips low as the pull rushes in.
"Out of the way!
A hitter has relentlessly stuck out a knife for Leila, who has no way to give way.
Moments...
I wondered if Layla's arm had flashed for a moment, and there was a kinky high noise, and the blade of the knife that was sticking out disappeared.
It was reflecting the light of the sunset as it circled over the sky.
To a sudden event, the hitter doesn't know what happened. In the meantime, Layla twists and spins her body, kicking the killer's chest as much as she wants with that heel.
With a dongly heavy noise, the killer blew backwards and rolled down the ground.
The power now, if it were a pin heel, you would have pierced your chest......
"To this extent? You're weak."
Remove the blade of the falling knife with two fingers and fix the hem of the disturbed skirt.
The surrounding citizens, who did not know what had happened, were just blind.
But we understand. The moment the killer sticks out his knife, Leila takes the blade out of his skirt and slashes his opponent's knife... why is he always equipped for sightseeing...
While the movement of the people stops, we walk beneath the fallen culprit and retrieve the bag of the woman who would have been snagged.
Leon tightened the killer's joints so he couldn't escape.
By then, gradually, the citizens would have understood what had happened.
The applause echoes from nowhere, and it gradually spreads to the surroundings.
For some reason, there's been a strange phenomenon, a huge round of applause at the corner of the road, but it's not our fault, is it? Well, this isn't against moderate behavior as a student at the Academy, is it?
After a while the applause subsided, the woman with the bag grabbed came under us.
"Oh, you know. Thank you."
The woman desperately bows her head and expresses her gratitude. Layla seemed puzzled by the way it looked.
"Until you've done what's natural, never mind. More importantly, were you hurt? The killer had a knife."
"Oh, uh... a little arm. But it's okay. It's not a big scratch."
Shows a bare gesture like a woman cared about her right arm for a moment. Not us overlooking it.
As I glanced at Leon, Leon immediately turned to the woman's right side and grabbed her arm lightly.
That's all a woman looks at.
"Yikes..."
"Was he slashed?"
When Leon rolled up his sleeves forcefully, there was a single scratch there. Probably slashed him when he took the bag. The wound doesn't seem that deep, but if left alone, there is a risk of infection. I've never been there to treat you well.
"Let's go to the treatment center. You just have to let this killer pay for the treatment. We'll accompany you."
I make the killer stand up and kneel in front of the woman to see if it still hurts where she was kicked.
"But... just because you took my bag back, I'm good enough"
"What are you talking about? They're slaughtering me, so I need you to treat me properly! It will leave a scratch on your skin."
As for Layla, I guess I care about that part too. Though shallow wounds, they can't forgive me as a woman for leaving cuts on my arms. Well, you're wearing the type of clothes that show your gutsy arms yourself. If you think that you won't be able to wear it, you'll be desperate too.
"Besides, we were going to the treatment center after this. It's just fine."
Yeah, the last place we were going. It is also a treatment center.
If you ask me why it's a treatment center, the day before I left Fort Lan, I was given a letter by Mr. Rene, my master, and he told me.
"If you're going to Jakarta, you should look at the treatment center. If I show you this letter, you'll show me a lot of things".
The letter is firmly in my chest pocket.
I don't know what Mr. Rene meant by saying that, but I don't think he's going to let it go to waste. It wasn't even as atmospheric as you used to be, and maybe there's something there that you want to show us.
I could have gone alone, but if my predictions were correct, as someone who aspires to be a pilot, I don't think it would hurt to look at what's there. That's why we invited everyone along.
"... ok. Well, I'm sorry to bother you."
"No, because this is also on the edge of something"
We went to the treatment center after explaining to the soldiers in the town who had just rushed us to hand over the hitter and charge the woman for her treatment later.
The treatment center in Jakarta is located relatively close to the base. That's because this treatment center will be used by base officials as well.
Medical facilities are also available at the base, but patients requiring long-term hospitalization are turned here. As a result, the treatment center building is very large, and the sight of windows lined up all the time is like the Academy's school building.
Take the woman to the reception.
"What's going on today?
"I brought someone who was slashed with a knife to pull. I do stop the bleeding, but it's really just first aid."
"Okay. Please enter room number three. I think I'll be able to see you soon."
"Thank you"
Leila and the others are taking a woman into room number three. What I saw at the end of an open door for a moment was a medical office not very different from the previous life. It's just a big treatment center, and I guess there's a lot of doctors. Equally numbered rooms are up to number ten.
"Can I help you with anything else?
The receptionist tilted his neck at me when Leila moved.
I take the example letter out of my chest pocket.
"A former support maid named Rene wants me to give it to the Dean."
"To the Dean, sir?
The receptionist picked up my letter and disappeared into the back of the counter. Then as soon as another woman opens another counter and continues her work. That's a good collaboration.
After a while, an old, gray-haired woman came out of a door where a woman disappeared and hung a monocle.
"Are you Mr. Eldo?
"Yes. And you?
"I am the dean of this treatment center, my name is Hojn. I read the letter from Rene. Does Mr. Eldo know what this is about?
"I don't know for sure. He only asked me to show him around the hospital."
"Really?"
Dean meditates and opens his eyes to think about something.
"As far as I'm concerned, I'm not going to turn down Rene's request. But I think you're going to show Mr. Eldo something hard, aren't you?
"I'm somewhat predictable, so I'm fine. More than that, as far as I'm concerned, I'd like to see my people with me, would that be all right?
"Is that to say the same as you?
"Yeah, I'm a student at the Academy, same pilot."
"How do those kids feel? I can't force you to."
"I'll take the confirmation, but I'm probably fine. They're all strong people."
Talking to the dean, Leila and the others come out of the hospital room. A bandage appeared to have been wrapped around the woman's arm and a solid procedure applied. You won't have to worry about the infection.
The woman is definitely bowing her head to Leila and the others, but Leila was in a hurry to get that head up somehow. Maybe you're not used to being able to keep your head down.
After watching how things were going for a while, when the woman turned this way and thanked her, she left the treatment center behind. Apparently a settlement has been reached.
And Layla and the others are coming back under me.
"Did you follow that story?
"Oh, no problem. So, I was supposed to ask you to show me around the treatment center, what are you guys gonna do? Dean, I think you're ready."
"Of course we'll see. You can't let Eldo go any further."
"I want to give you a tour, too. This is where you might be taken care of."
"I'll let you see it, too. It must mean something."
All opinions were the same. Well, there's no one here who's in the mood to stop after coming all this way.
When the director listened to us and nodded one thing, he instructed us to follow him and continue down the aisle in the hospital.
As we proceeded further and further down the slightly darker passage, we gradually lost sight of the normal patient. And I hear something groaning over the door of the hospital room.
A little anxiety overtook us.
"First, here."
Dean stopped in front of one hospital room.
"Have strong feelings. This is your reality."
"Yes."
When I nodded, the dean opened the door to the hospital room. Moments, a rather sour smell pokes my nose.
Entering the hospital room with a face to the smell, hell was spreading into a small hospital room for a few people.
A man groans while bandaging all over his body on the bed.
A woman with no arms and a wrapped bandage stained bright red.
A child who looks up and keeps whining about something even towards the void.
There were people there who lost something (...) to everyone.
"These people..."
"I'm a war victim. They attacked the village, desperately fled, and the end of those who survived. It's just the pathetic people who lived there in peace and were deprived of everything in a flash."
And the nurses who are nursing them like that. There was no anger in their eyes. Just like machines, nurses like dolls doing what they were asked to do.
I saw it and remembered what René was talking about on the battlefield.
My stomach is attacked by a twisting sensation and I get nauseous. I twisted it down and tried desperately to breathe. But every time, the stinking smell hits my throat.
Batis and Leon had also lost their voices to this look. The glorious presence of a knight, the shadow of the heroes in the war, with such a presence, was taught in class. But what did you two think when you actually saw it and fulfilled it...
The only thing that hasn't changed is Layla. Inorganic eyes, just staring straight at them.
"Let's get out. It's not a good thing to watch forever."
The Dean urged me to go back to the hallway.
The smell of disinfectant is terribly comfortable now.
"Are you all right? The next thing you see, it could be harsher."
With a really worrying voice, the Dean calls us out.
We nodded, aware that our faces were turning blue. You can't run away here. Because that's what I felt.
"Let me see"
"You have to see it"
"Right. I don't feel like I could be a pilot without seeing it all."
"Okay. Then let's go."
Once again, the Dean moves on, and we follow. There's no conversation there, and even if I don't like the groans I hear from nowhere, I get it in my ear.
Containing his desire to cover his ears, he eventually arrived at the penetration of the aisle.
"Here it is. If you're ready, open the door ourselves. We may have a look at your future here."
Hearing that, I understood who the people ahead were. He must be a soldier. Those who were injured in the war, and as far as the patients are concerned earlier, they're unlikely to help.
I have to see it. I know that, but I can't move my arm.
The same goes for Batis and Leon. Just so you don't lose, just stare at the door with your parents' enemies.
I'll open it.
My voice echoes from silence. And as Layla walked out in front of the door, she opened it without hesitation.
The sight that spreads there is a world where even hell looks easy.
On a bed lined up all the time, people, people, people full of blood.
Something to groan at. Something that calls the name of the parent. He who asks for help. He who begs me to kill him.
There was not one patient left, all critically ill.
It's better if you don't have arms yet. I don't have both legs. I don't have a part of my hip. My whole body is rotten. One eye is popping out. There were even those who did not keep even the original form of man, and did not know why he was alive.
Intense rot and sight, Battis and Leon punched the contents of his stomach.
My stomach twists too, but I still manage to hold out just because I was ready. But will Leila be okay? We're still in the hallway. But he should be opening the door directly and watching this sight up close.
If you turned your gaze to Leila, there was a look there for Leila that was no different than usual.
I'm afraid of that.
Why can I stay flat?
Why can you stand in dignity?
I don't know why I haven't messed up one breath!
"Ray...... la?
"Are all three of you okay? You look terrible."
Layla, looking back, had a sad look on her face. But that's all.
"Is Layla okay?
"Yeah, because I've already seen this sight"
"Are you a victim of war?
Dean, who was rubbing Batis' backs, asks Leila. And Layla nodded one thing.
"The village was burned by Armunale, chased by soldiers, and finally fled into another town with their thoughts. So I looked for my family, and I went around a bunch of hospitals with this kind of sight."
"What about your family?
On that question, Leila shook her neck to the side.
"I couldn't find it. There were no fathers in any treatment center. It was supposedly death in the end, but there's not even a bone in the father's grave."
I noticed Leila's shoulder trembling. And to hold that fist so tightly that the nail breaks the skin.
"These people are still happy. Even if I die, I still have bones. I can sleep under the grave. The fathers were not even allowed to do that. I was just living. We were just laughing at each other hoping we could get some good vegetables!
Then I regret it. He said he shouldn't have brought Leila here.
This is where Leila's trauma is most stimulated.
It's a place that vividly reminds me of the hard times of the past.
Her, it's the place that amplifies hatred the most.
"Eldo, thank you for bringing me here today. I remember living in the academy and forgetting."
"Leila."
"I hate empires. So I will definitely avenge you. I'll get the power and I'll kill those guys who took my family from me."
Layla slowly starts walking down the hallway. It was flirtatious as a ghost, but by the horror it was releasing a sense of intimidation.
"Layla!"
You reacted to your voice, Leila stops and looks back.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Eldo, it's me.
- I hate Armunale. "
I guess this was the turning point. Leila's maneuvering back from the out-of-town exercise had been transformed into something more rough than it had been before she went.