My First Trip was to Another World

The next day, I wake up with the sound of a bell. He seemed pretty tired and fell asleep pretty early.

In the hallway to the dining room, Gilbert was still roaming today.

"Hey, how's it going?

"Thanks to you, it looked terrible.

If the court magician hadn't magically cured me, I would have fallen asleep by now. "

"Hahaha. I guess so. It's been a long time since Captain Grad was in that mood."

It's still an American laugh.

"You gave me some advice, but it didn't help."

"I didn't think you could move that much.

Was he even a soldier originally?

"No. I'm not. It just happened to be a good thing I was training myself."

I didn't think free meditation would help this much.

"Right. I want you to teach me how to train."

"No, because I can't do it without considerable free time. You can't."

"Right...... Too bad.

By the way, it's three days later. Why don't you go out early in the morning for training?

Didn't I just say I couldn't yesterday? What are you talking about?

"It'll be too early for me. That's what you said yesterday."

"No problem if you move all that. You can join us with an easy win."

I don't know what to say.

"That's what Chief Glad said. So compulsory participation. Pleasure."

Mm-hmm. The one you can't get away with. The bad guys caught my eye by it.

Healing magic, make an appointment......

"Hey, do all the new soldiers have this tight training?

I think the hurdles for soldiers in this country are too high.

"Hahaha. There's no way that's true. If you do that, all the new soldiers will run away."

That's right.

Then why am I so tight?

"Usually, newcomers or trainers only wave swordsmanship. All you have to do is train marches and salutes with basic instruction.

Other than that, run, dig holes, and train strength. You want to do that?

I'm not going to be a soldier.

Return it with a true face. You don't like collective action.

Anyway, the instructor would be penalized for being irrationally obsessed with "1 ° uneven angle of salute" or "poor attitude of care" and for standing up and running.

"I guess. If I should have passed with a basic coach, the instructor would have seen the bare hands and would have undergone martial arts training if there seemed to be no problem.

You only participated in training, so you just lost your basic coaching. "

"I am blessed..."

We got to the dining room, so Gilbert and I figured it out, and we're going in.

Rear charging had already sat down, so I sat next to goodness.

We're both changing from uniforms to clothes in this world. It's a casual outfit, but it's a beautiful piece of cloth made of fine cloth.

Probably hard to move. Especially since Article's clothes seem too tight and spicy to run.

"Morning. How are you?

The two faces are back to normal. I feel like I'm doing it, but are you eating right?

"Good morning. Koh's looking good."

"You guys haven't eaten properly.

It's all the same, but it doesn't taste bad, so eat it. "

"This is... Isn't that bad?

Do you mind? It's so many times better than the meal we had at camp.

It certainly tastes bad compared to meals eaten at home or in stores.

"Hehe. You can't eat it."

One replies with a laugh. I don't think I've heard your voice in a long time.

"If you have something to eat when you can, eat without complaining. It's a camp iron rule."

Even bugs.

"I've been thinking, Ko-kun's camp isn't a camp, is it?

Um? That's crazy. Look for what you can eat while you're in the wild, and eat if there's no poison.

Isn't that the camp?

"Right. Koh's camp is probably a survivor."

"Survival is a knife that can cage in a snow mountain or a deserted island.

I'll take the dishes and the seasoning. In some cases, I'll bring a tent. "

With salt and a lunch box, it's camping. With a tent, it's a fancy camp.

"Ko-kun's survival hurdle is too expensive..."

"By the way, what was Coe doing yesterday, after that? I didn't see it at all."

"That said, I didn't see you. Since I went to the library, I've been in training."

"Huh? Have you been there yet? How'd it go?

"Oh. It was awful. I thought I was gonna die."

If you hit one shot, you die instantly.

"Wow...... You're so tight."

"Bit of a sucker likes it. Maybe you guys should join us from the basic coaching."

These guys will probably be good at collective action. You should do it if it's true because it adds basic health. I don't like it.

"Is Koh different?

"Right. I've been beating each other up with an iron sword. It's safe because there's no blade on it."

I didn't say I wouldn't die.

"Uh... I can't"

I guess. I think it's pretty tight for a girl. I was just going to take a quick tour, too.

"Which is better: marching, saluting, training just muscle tresses, or beating each other with an iron sword?

"No beatings..."

"Then you're a basic coach. They're both training, so the king won't have to say no."

It's not combat training, so it won't be a training course. Is it okay because the main thing is magic?

"Let me tell you something, I'll be in early morning training every once in a while in three days, so some days I won't be here."

"Really?

"Huh? Beating each other up in the morning?

"No, that's afternoon training. We'll just hike for breakfast at the top of the mountain in the morning."

Of life.

"Er. Nice. I want to join you."

"If you don't want to die, you better stop."

"Huh? You're hiking, right?

"It can't just be a hike..."

I need a suicide note if I'm going to join you. I answered with a sincere disgusting face.

Two pathetic gaze stabs me.... will pass away.

"By the way, I hear you can teach me magic today, but is Koh coming?

I haven't heard by example. He's serious.

What's your boss doing?

"Magic. I'd love to join you. I studied a little in Japan yesterday, but I'm not sure."

"Well, shall we go after dinner?"

"Oh. Sorry, but I don't know where you are, so take me with you."

Copy that.

We both seem to have recovered enough to have a normal conversation. Are you looking forward to magic?

At the end of the meal, my aunt in the cooking area gave me a few pieces of bread and left the dining room.

Arriving with the two guides was a square to be used in swordsmanship training.

Soldier training starts in the afternoon, so I guess the Mage will use it in the morning.

"Oh, you're so uptight."

It's your sister in the robe who's been calling me. (10) It is B Kai Day.

About twenties? You're a lot more beautiful. I have more eyes on my chest than on my face.

"How's your ring?

You mean the replica ring for translation.

"Apparently it sounds like a glitch and a word, but it's generally fine"

"Hmm. Was your unnatural way of speaking faulty?

I'm sorry, I'll adjust it. Can I keep it? "

"No, because I treasure it when I read the book, and it's helping. You don't have to."

"Right. But sooner or later, you need to adjust, so lend it to me if you feel like it."

Um, I wonder if the court demon mentor in this country has artisanal skin. You can't give out imperfect things to the world.

Well, sooner or later, I'll give it back to you.

"We got together, so let's get started."

And, beautiful court magician.

"I am Lily, the court magician who serves as your instructor.

First, magic has attributes, and physical fitness brings out what you're good at or not good at.

If you can't use it, you don't have to get sick.

I don't mind chanting spells and thinking they have qualities if I can express them at all.

If you improve the accuracy of your chanting, you'll get better sooner or later.

You can ask Lord Phyllis for more information later. She's an excellent water wizard. "

Again. You're self-taught stable because you don't want to get involved with Phyllis. You can ask Luna.

"A chanting spell cannot be written in letters. I just have to ask and remember."

That's right. The book said what magic there was, but no spells were written.

"When you wake it up in letters, it takes the form of a magic formation or a crest. Demonic props are made using this technology.

You're our specialty. If you're interested in the magic team, you need to ask us. "

I see, you're an artisan. Demonic props look interesting. Let's hear more about it later.

"Chanting spells are pronounced slightly differently than usual words. I can't write because of it.

It becomes important to take rhythms that cannot be represented in letters and discourage them. Repeated pronunciation increases accuracy.

It's up to magic and practice to express the power you want. Keep training and you'll be more powerful. "

Powerful…? It's a premise to fight, isn't it? Is magic a weapon treatment? I wonder if there's any idea of using magic for a living or anything.

"Mr. Lily. Magic is only used as a means of attack?

I raised my hand and asked.

"Some of them are called life magic, but basically you are. healing magic or fortification magic or attack magic."

"What's enhanced magic?

My physical strengthening seems different from normal, so I'm a little concerned.

"Mainly, magic that grants physical enhancement. Strengthens physical function for a certain amount of time.

It can move faster than usual or strike a powerful blow "

As far as I can tell, you're just like my physical enhancement.

"The big difference with Aura's physical enhancement" Qi practice "is that it can be granted besides itself, and there is no tiredness when it expires.

The downside is the high magic consumption and time limits. There's not much a wizard gives himself.

It would be more efficient to shoot in the great magic as much as to strengthen your body. commonly used during escape. "

I even got information about Aura unexpectedly. I wonder if what instructor Glad was using meant by Qi practice. I wasn't chanting.

"Thank you"

"Back to the point, magic is basically a means of attack. While Aura users are fighting in the avant-garde, the rear guard shoots magic into the mainstream.

Some tactics impart physical strengthening to the avant-garde. "

"Is there any magic to help you live? Like mowing grass for example..."

"Hmm, are you interested in that!

Mr. Lily is sparkling his eyes. I pushed the fuckin 'switch.

"It is we, the court magicians, who are studying it.

"Magic Lamp" to illuminate the darkness, "Transcript Machine" to send letters away, some mower you just said.

Most of the demonic props in this country have been developed by us and our predecessors.

Speaking of which, you're wearing courtroom magician's experimental clothes. Are you interested in the court magician?

Sometimes it's called an overworked ring to keep working without sleeping. You want it? "

It's a ring for black companies. Absolutely not.

"Mr. Lily, it's time..."

I feel sorry for Mr. Jo.

That's right. You don't want to talk about Black Warrior Training Gips, do you?

"Um, I'm sorry. Ko, was that you? Come to the Magic House at any time. You're welcome."

Mr. Lily coughed up and continued the conversation.

"It's basic training for a while. Once you get some, you'll be training with the soldier's magic division."

I see. Even wizards mean that combatants are soldiers and researchers are court demon mentors?

There's nothing good about a bastard mixing with a soldier.

"Now, show me an example of chanting. Let's start with the fire attributes that many people are apt for.

There will be piles standing there, flying fireballs towards it "

That's what I say and point to the pile a few meters away. A stick of wood about the length of a person's back protrudes from the ground.

It's quite thick, and it's a poor pile to be targeted by sword training.

Will it also be used for fireballs... It's gonna burn?

No, you're disposable because you'll soon be worn out with an iron sword.

"Then start chanting. Listen carefully.

■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■, Fireball "

What did you just say?

In the meantime, observe the magic.

The fireball out of Mr. Lily's hand went straight to the pile. The laws of physics don't work.

I didn't see it well, but the fireball hit the pile about 50 cm or so and the fire went out. The pile burned a little, but leaves the prototype behind.

Bad. I couldn't hear the chanting part at all.

Shit, it's probably a ring glitch. Maybe if you say this, they'll confiscate the ring, no questions asked.

Ignore the chant, but if you put out a fireball, it's gonna work deluded, right? You're not gonna find out, are you?

"■ □ ■ God ■ ■ ■ ■ ■, Fireball!

Good shouted. Did you try it fast? I can hear you now. He said something about God.

"Something's out!

"Wow!"

The rear charmers are disfigured. A small ball of fire out of the hand of goodness flew towards the flutter and pile, scorching the pile.

"■ ■ ■ ■ ■ Appreciation ■ ■ ■ ■, Fireball!

Now one screams. You heard a little again. Thank you very much.

Why are you saying thank you to God? Don't get angry.

The fireball that came out of Mr. One's hand was huge; about 50 cm of the fireball flew flimsily and burned the pile.

That's pretty burnt. If we hit a few more rounds, it's going to be charcoal.

"Isn't that wonderful? You are still messengers. You have enough qualities."

Good is praised and deluded by Mr. Lily. Jo is happy too.

Trouble. I wonder if I can handle it with an extension of physical strengthening.

The book said magic was an image or something. I guess it was The Right Chant and The Right Image. The chant is ignored.

First of all, meditation. An image of magic coming out of your hands, something that ignites... It's gas, I think hydrogen would be nice.

In the image of hydrogen gathering in front of you. I hope the chant is appropriate.

"God damn it, Daraboquette! If I see him, I'll definitely shoot him in. So I guess! Fireball!"

"Bong!"

There was an explosion in front of me and it disappeared right into the sky. I fell back in surprise.

That's right - it's hydrogen - it explodes.

Dangerous. My forehead almost burns.

"Ko, what's that..."

Mr. Lily asked with a flashing face. The rear charge is also sharp.

"It's a fireball" (Killi

"No, it was magic I had never seen..."

"Coe, the current chant?

"I didn't hear you very well, appropriately"

"That was a lot of terrible chanting, wasn't it?

"No problem because the fireball came out"

All right. You're deluded. Now I feel safe.

Hydrogen explodes in front of me. It is dangerous and unusable.

Then I guess butane gas. It's the gas from the cassette stove. Compress it, cover it with nitrogen and you'll be a gas cylinder.

Holes in the nitrogen, light a small fire, and you're done with the fireball.

All you have to do is throw it towards the pile.

....... I forgot to chant.

"Boom!!

The small fireball fell in front of the pile causing an explosion. It's quite a bigger explosion than just now.

Speaking of which, butane gas will explode. What should I do? I can't use a fireball.

"What's that? What 'd you do? What's the chant? What magic?

Mr. Lilly asked me early in the arrow succession.

"It's a fireball" (Killi

"Probably not."

Calm scratches returned from the good.

"I'm sorry, what's that? Explain to me."

"Uh, first compress the flammable gas in front of you. Cover it with non-combustible gases and rupture it with impact, all you have to do is throw."

"I have no idea!

Grab my shoulder with a scary face and shake it. Whoa, Mr. Lily, are you upset?

"I don't know what you're talking about, do I?

Is that it? It's junior high science.

"There will be problems not knowing you. That's what I did in class."

"It's not like the magic I was hearing..."

One of them snaps.

Were these two previewing as well?

Slowly let go of Mr. Lily's hand.

"Uh, yesterday, Luna, the court magician, also told me that my magic looks crazy. We don't know why."

At the end of the day, Mr. Lily came again to shake by grabbing his shoulders with both hands.

"That's fine. I want to know more about your magic.

From now on, come to the Magic House, to the lab of the Mage of the Court. "

Not bad, I guess. Participation is optional because today's training is not instructor Glad. I want to ask you something, and let's sweeten it to your words.

"Okay, so can you let go of my hand?

"Shh, I'm sorry..."

When I said that, I turned red in my face and let go of my hand.

"Shall we then?"

No, no, no, I'm training now! If I sit here, they'll resent me.

"You're still training, aren't you? After we're done."

"You did...... Then continue."

Training goes on, but as always, I can't hear the chant.

But now that I know it activates without chanting, I ignore chanting and continue training. In the corner...... Alone......

I'm probably trying not to look at this one because I can't concentrate, but it seems so awkward to be ignored.

Ignoring this one and continuing to verify it, it turns out to be to some extent.

Fireballs aren't burning something flammable, they're just generating the phenomenon of flames.

When I noticed this, the rest was easy.

Increase the amount of magic you send in and it will be huge. Temperature is also easy.

If I had experimented with how far the temperature would go, the soil on the training ground would have been glazed. Exactly bad, so I stopped experimenting.

Leah was practicing the magic of water, so I'll try it too.

H2O, made of magic, disappeared in minutes. The flammable gas just now would be something similar. Anything generated by magic disappears over time.

Once I verified what I could make to try, I could make sand money. Real alchemy. They took the magic trick, so they stopped verifying it.

If it's about potassium, it's not a big burden. Looks like the amount of magic consumed varies by mass number.

Even if you're willing to die and generate money, it disappears in minutes. I can only use it for bad things.

The operation to lower ambient temperatures and collect water vapor went well. When I stored about a bucket of water in the air to release it, it fell down while gravity wet the ground.

This way it won't go away. Don't treasure it as an emergency drinking water when camping, although it can't be generated in large quantities.

The rear charging seems to have learned the magic of being a windcutter...... Is that a vacuum blade? You don't have the power to cut something in the vacuum.

No, if you multiply by the unlikely pressure difference......

It would be more efficient to fly a very thin blade made of silicon on the wind than that.

I tried it, and the training ground mowed the grass.

The hard ones didn't have teeth, and disappeared right on the stone. It's totally mowing magic.

I also learn the magic of Stone Barrett.

What do they care? You're good. I can use all the magic I've learned. Lily said she couldn't help it.

So let's give it a try. You just generate stones and fly. What stone is it? A common sandstone around there, I guess.

If that's the case, isn't it more efficient to pick up stones and fly? Hard stone would be better because it generates.

Diamonds with carbon...... no. Vulnerable to shock. It's useless with bullets that shatter the moment they hit you.

You can't have silicon for the same reason. Crystals are also vulnerable to impact. You should honestly form with iron. Lead is a big burden.

Let's not shoot out. Exactly dangerous.

Looks like you've finished all the training. The rear charge is pimped. I guess he's still good.

I got on too well. I'm not half tired. I'm going to be a magic guide, but let's just talk quietly.