My First Trip was to Another World

The first book I took in my hand was Aura and Magic.

Sometimes paper is precious, or one book is thin for the price. I think the content is thick, but there were some things that were too thick to understand.

Still, after all the attempts in the book, it looks like it went well unexpectedly. They say the meditation they've been doing so well for a long time is effective.

When you're camping for a hobby, you have quite a lot of time to have nothing to do.

When it rains, I can't get out of the base, and I can't use the fire, so I can't do anything.

What I used to do at that time was meditate.

I practiced wondering if I could detect signs or something with half a joke while meditating, and the beasts around me somehow understood.

I was meditating in the woods wondering if I could get in shape and hide or something, and I could catch a rabbit with my bare hands.

When I meditated on the experience of that time, I could feel the magic light.

The magic in you and the magic in the surrounding space.

When I let it circulate within me, I can see that my physical abilities have increased. You don't know how much it's been enhanced until you try it in training.

When you turn your consciousness to the magic around you, you somehow know what's going on around you. Signal perception.

I remember how I felt when I caught the rabbit, and I also tried to keep the magic that was leaking out of me to its limits. I think it's going to lose its presence.

Because of the clarity of the magic, it is stronger than when I was in Japan.

Because it was reading while practicing, I could only read one book by noon.

This is the book you introduced me to, so I'll consolidate it in an easy place to understand.

I found a lamp with no light on it so I tried it and the light came on. That's easy for sure.

The light on the lamp stays on, but I think it's time for noon. It's hard to tell because I don't have a clock, but I heard the bell.

I don't know what time it is, but the bell rings several times a day. There are two short bells in the morning. Free up some time for a longer one. I think it's probably a noon signal.

I tried to come to the dining room, but no one was in the dining room. Wrong time? In the meantime, Gilbert was in the hallway trying to get back to the warehouse.

"Hey, do you want to join the training?

Always cheerful Gilbert.

"Oh, I'm going to. But what's going on with lunch?

"Hmm? There's nothing like that, is there?

Oh? There's no such thing as a culture as lunch.

"Oh, I'm sorry. In my country, three meals in the morning, noon, and evening were normal."

"Right. That's unusual. You carry bread or dried meat and eat it at breaks. Daytime bells are the guide to a break.

It has nothing to do with soldiers, but civilians are resting at that time. "

That was the bell of day, as expected. It's normal in camp that you can't eat anything at noon. I'm used to it, so no problem.

But starting tomorrow, you'd better get some breakfast bread.

"By the way, there's a glitch in my ring, and I hear you hear my words in one word."

I think you should say no. It's going to be a practice opponent.

"Was it a glitch? I thought he was talking weird."

I knew this guy was a rascal. Well put, it's fancy, I guess. Not a bad one, anyway.

"I study words for a while. You'll get better soon."

"Well, don't worry. You're going to training, aren't you? You should eat something. I'll do my dried meat."

That's what I said and gave him dried meat (mystery meat). Seriously, what meat is it? But eating when you can is an iron rule. Thank you.

The place you arrived with Gilbert's guide was outside the castle. There is a large square, with several lightly dressed men doing preparatory exercises.

Training seems unarmed. It could be physical training. As I was discussing it, Gilbert told me.

"Early morning training is marching training equipped with armor, afternoon training is lightweight, swordsmanship and physical training.

Be careful, the difficulty will vary depending on the mood of the instructor. "

"You mean be careful not to piss me off?

"No, it's natural not to piss me off, but today's instructors are more at risk when they're in a good mood.

Be careful not to tense the instructor. There's gonna be a dead man. "

Seriously. Is it going to be a norrinoli? It's out of the question to piss me off, hell when I'm yoished and in the mood. Looks like someone with a lot of difficulty.

"Especially when we find someone who makes better moves than we expected or who seems talented. We won't be able to stop it."

"I'll be careful..."

I replied with a pulled face.

Battle junkie. It's dangerous to train normally after all. Let's be quiet so we can't get eyes on it.

"Do you train every day?

"We do it every day during normal times, but we don't participate in training every day. Assigned by the squad.

Sometimes non-shift people take part at will. "

"I see. Now I want to join as much as I can, so it helps."

"That's a good idea. You want to join the training early tomorrow morning?

Gilbert asked niggling.

Marching training probably means training for basic health, but Niyaniya catches on.

"If you can borrow my armor, I'd like to join you."

"Hahahahaha. Listen, what is it, but you better stop it. We'll see how it goes in the afternoon training."

Reply with an American laugh.

"Are you tight?

"It's tight. When I first joined, I didn't feel safe to return."

Whoa, what are you doing in training?

"What kind of training is that?

"There's a mountain over there."

I point to the mountain I'm seeing and say. You're pretty far away.

"I'll take care of the food and go to the top of that mountain, and when I'm done making breakfast, I'll be back. That's all."

Isn't that just a hike? But you're pretty heavy with gear, food and water.

"However, while on the move, he is almost fully ill. I can't have breakfast if I'm late.

If I don't make it to breakfast withdrawal, they'll leave me. You'll be running home alone in the woods where demons roam "

If you're bad, you'll die.

"Come on, what are you gonna do when you're dead"

"There are no dead so far, but you can't get help if you're in danger.

For once, the delayed are monitored by the assistant instructor. If he dies, you can take him home. "

In short, training for the premise of death...... Aren't you just lucky there aren't any dead people out there?

No, I think maybe the aides are exterminating the demons around them. I guess it's a performance to make you nervous.

Whatever, it's tighter than I expected. I can't do that.

"I see. I might be invited to join you one day."

Clouding the words and turning them down.

"I'll ask you again when I'm ready to live."

I guess soldiers in this country are highly skilled. I said mildly that I wanted to be trained, but I'm worried I'll be able to go home alive.

Finishing the chat and exercising prep for a while, came a nice-middle uncle with a tough face. From the atmosphere, it is presumed to be an example instructor.

"Ready? Time to get started."

My uncle, standing in the center of the square, shouts out loud.

"That guy's the instructor. Glad unit leader. We're coming too."

Gilbert pulls his arm and takes him. Mixed among the soldiers to be aligned, the instructor called out to him.

"Who, you are. Name your name."

"My name is Koh. With the King's permission, I will join you from today."

Speaking of which, it sounds like a single word even if you care about a beautiful word.

"Right. I'm listening. You're someone who's not an apostle."

Wow, is that the way they say it? But you sure do. I'm afraid I'm more likely to settle for not being an apostle.

"That's right. Best regards,"

"What happened to the Apostle? Aren't you with me?

"They still seem exhausted, so I don't think I can join them"

"Okay. Then you'll have to pretend for a while."

The practice sword is like just a chunk of iron. Instead of having a blade in it, it's like I just made the shape by tapping it appropriately. I guess the idea is that I should be able to grasp the weight and feel of reach.

I have no experience with Kendo. I did a little bit in gym class. I just learned how to grip and shake. Besides, the sword type is different.

Swordsmanship in this country seems to be dominated by the style of one-handed swords and shields and the style of two-handed swords. I don't know why there are two things. It would seem better to narrow it down to a kind.

Pick a two-handed sword like a smaller claymore to give you a feeling of being bare.

Except it's pretty heavy. I'm not going to be able to lift my arm just to shake it normally. Let's try the physical enhancement we just learned.

I was just going to lightly fortify it, but it seemed enough to wave the sword. Even a bamboo knife can swing freely as if it were swinging.

You need to learn swordsmanship from scratch. When I thought so and saw a soldier in training, I saw him having a meeting with a mock sword. Kin, Kang and I make flashy noises and have a mock fight.

I wonder if it's decided to form or set up. As far as I can tell, we seem to be appropriately meeting with just our senses.

Sometimes it seems like the captain is interrupting and coaching something, so it sounds good to think he can give you some serious coaching.

Watching the training, I accidentally caught sight of the captain.

"Hey, enough with the bareback?

Whoa, I might have looked confused.

"No, excuse me"

I immediately restarted my bare hands.

"No, fine. Come here. Join the training for the meeting."

Water in your sleeping ear. I even did it. First day of training, I'm just starting to swing. Suddenly a meeting or something is too gay.

"Bare gestures alone would be boring. Be right there."

I ate the chase when I was thinking about escaping. I can't run anymore.

"First I'll put on an archery. Stand up. Hit me from anywhere."

If I was confused, the captain walked over himself and stood in front of me. It's a tremendous O (...) - (...) la (...) when you look nearby.

... Aura? I feel uncomfortable with what I feel. I've never felt an aura or anything like that before.

But the intimidation that I can feel for sure with the captain at present. I unconsciously recognized it as an aura.

That's an aura for sure. Will it come out when I strengthen my body? Or do you get drooling from time to time when you're powerful?

There is no other way. I just have to do it. Stand ready and set up your sword.

From the beginning, he hits the face with all his might, naturally being flushed, but stepping straight to the left side, waving his sword from the position where he would be blind spot to the horizontal giraffe. Quickly played and the distance is empty.

I don't know how many times I've typed it in. If you punch it in, it flushes, bounces, and snarls. On the contrary, the captain deals with it without moving a step.

It's like an adult and a child. I didn't originally expect it to be a decent meeting, but when I get here, I reopen it the other way around.

I wave my sword because I'm willing to kill you because you won't hit me anyway.

Some things are visible when you reopen them. I tried to hide the signs as I waved my sword, and it seemed to feint surprisingly well, so I went into an operation to finely turn the concealed shape on and off and flirt with it.

After a few typing in, I succeeded in moving the captain for the first time. I succeeded in taking only one step back.

"We'll do it. Then we're going this way too!

I succeeded but failed at the same time. The captain reassembled his sword with a grin. I'm in a very good mood......

I had just been noticed...... I did it.

Desperately take the sword and avoid it unnecessarily. If I did, I'd be dead, wouldn't I? Ganging in with the momentum.

Roll and avoid the ground, get blown away and roll over the ground. Clothes are covered in worn mud.

I can't afford to control the hidden form anymore, so I'm turning my consciousness to sign perception.

Freshly remembered signs perception used in practice is to such an extent that I feel that I somehow understand the movement of the other person's muscles and gaze. As long as they are three meters apart, I will not know.

Still, I can manage to use it to avoid the sword.

But when does this end? I keep avoiding it so desperately that I can't speak a word of "I'm here".

I just learned to strengthen my body. Skills to the extent that I can manage to swing my sword. I think I fought pretty well. I'm losing focus, too. It could be seriously bad.

When I was ready to take a blow, the captain accidentally took a distance.

As the captain lays down his sword, his intimidation grows ever greater. And he looks very happy.

This is really bad. Probably made you feel even better because I kept avoiding it.

"I'm here. Give me a break already."

I took further distance in the backstep and threw away my sword, raising my hands and declaring.

"What, are we done here?"

The instructor looks sorry. Intimidation was also fogged.

"I haven't got my sword yet, but it's moving well. From next time, I'll work out in earnest. Be sure to show your face on the day I serve as your instructor."

Ugh... You're going to die next time. Not every day is salvation.

"Got it…"

When I solved the physical strengthening, I fell to collapse.