My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

The week's duty was completely over and lunch was on daily duty.

The teachers do the tower cleaning, by the way. Because some places are off-limits to us.

Today's meal duty is Celier and Eolazel.

I'm not sure about Eolazel, but if there's a celier, it's okay. In fact, breakfast was fine.

Because it was awful before this...

When Trawl and Florentine were on duty, on the menu that they really just baked meat...

Well, I didn't hate it, so I didn't mind the menu, but the problem was that it was raw or burnt inside.

That's a little, it's been a long time since you've gotten angry, hasn't it?

Bad for meat. Blasphemy for meat. Excuse my life.

I thought so.

"-Ail. Why don't you go fishing after your voluntary training"

In the hall on the ground floor, while I was having an okay lunch alone, I was called out by Berge, who was eating with others at another table.

- Shall we go?

While we were doing our assignments together, I was also totally used to the cook Berge, who seemed to come gooey and didn't like it.

I could ask about spices and sauces that I've always wanted to hear, and now I'm a little close to going sea-fishing with them and picking up seafood that I can pick on the beach and rock.

This is the first time I've ever seen it, and while I'm impressed with the vast and endless ocean, I'm also surprised by the deliciousness of what I can pick in that ocean.

I knew it wasn't like the river fish I was used to eating.

I learned how to judge fish, and I taught them what kind they could eat. Looks like some fish are poisonous after all. We need to be careful.

But, well, I may not have a chance to meet the ocean outside of here in the future.

Once you've cleared your lunch, take a short break and train yourself.

Not sure where and what everyone is doing because it's not the same thing they can and can't and are good at.

The four men, Lisse, Sash, Hariatan and Eolazel, are swords, spears, swinging and even meeting in front of the tower.

Berge and Trawl are going to the back of the woods together and doing something.

I haven't heard what you're doing.

The three magicians of Celier, Rio Dyne and Caroferon seem to have been given magical relationship challenges by Instructor Evanesque and are doing so.

Hydra and Schren, Marion, they don't know what they're doing.

The two women seem to go to Crozheit a lot, but Schren seems different again.

And me and Florentine, we do a lot of seaside training together.

Sometimes Yorgo instructors come to see our training like that and show us how to do it without words.

I guess I'm looking around at everyone so they can come to me and Florentine.

Anything. Instructor Yorgo says he's talented when it comes to handling weapons, but because he's too talented, he's very bad at teaching.

You think if you look at the shape of a weapon or shake it two or three times, you can understand it by feeling, not reason anymore?

That's what they can use in no time, like their favorite weapon they've used for years.

... and instructor Evanesque said.

So don't ask instructor Yorgo for an explanation.

I'm just bad at teaching, but you can't do it and show it to me.

I'm happy with this again, and it helps.

Because it's often more effective to look at one example than a thousand words.

But, well, you don't seem to be coming to us today.

"- Oh, I hit it"

Standing on a rocky spot by the sea, Florentine even keeps throwing stones toward the fish shadow in the ocean.

This is her voluntary training.

So far, it feels like we're going to hit one out of ten.

However, from the beginning, the hit rate has risen considerably. Little by little but I guess I'm getting steady on it.

"- Oh, I hit this one too"

And I'm, in another direction next to her, blindfolded and even releasing an arrow.

I'm after fish, too.

A thin rope with little air resistance is tied to the arrow that releases it, making it look like a simple wax.

To allow them to be recovered whether they hit or not fish in the sea.

It also makes and attaches a slightly elongated arrow butt.

Don't scratch the fish badly.

At the stage of pulling the rope, if at all resistant, it would have stabbed the fish. The life force of the raging fish is transmitted across the robe.

"Why does that hit you more than we do..."

Florentines often say that in a voice they don't know if they're surprised or frightened, but I think they're mutual.

Just as she learned how to attack throwing stones to hunt meat, so did mine, in the assassin's village.

Instead, you can barely see the prey in the ocean from here.

I just went for it with my naked eye from land and I don't think it would hit you that way on the other hand. Fish move fast, too.

Detect with signs, aim quietly, and put a stop to it before it is understood that it is being targeted.

This is also almost with hunting in the woods - the difference is that you don't rely on vision.

Well, there are a lot of obstacles in the woods. Because hunting in the woods is not possible without my sight.

- Plus, these days, I don't have to look at how big a fish is, where the arrows hit me, or the fish I was taught, exclusively but of sorts.

The arrow back in my hand has a dark sea bream stab that I often aim at - it should. I think it penetrates right next to my eyes and around my lap. It's good, isn't it, this fish? It's big.

Remove it from the arrow blindfolded and throw it into the bucket where you brought the bitchy rumbling fish. That's the fourth one today.

"Why can't you look at me like that..."

"Aren't you going to be able to do that, too?

Because in addition to throwing, Florentines also include training in sensory things that read the signs of creatures. The prey in the ocean is still hard to catch up with just the sight.

- Speaking of vision, I've also been anxious to rely on "glasses" all these days.

If you rely too much on a very convenient tool, you will definitely drop your arm as a hunter.

I think the time to be able to train in handling bows so slowly and firmly and not relying on vision is quite precious.

"We can. I don't care. That's not what people can do... I'd say."

You can't say, can you?

I feel like I'm going to hit one or two out of five, but instructor Yorgo let go of ten and hit them all.

Blindfolded, of course.

Whatever it is, it's my bow I'm unfamiliar with, and I think I can include it.

And even with the stone-throwing Florentine's doing, I made him do the same thing.

That guy is an amazing guy. I think he's really amazing.

I'd love to know a lot of things in reason, but just when they gave me back "I want to know why I can't," I couldn't say anything.

"Genius is amazing."

"Right.... I think we do too."

Ha, no way.

If I were a genius, everyone in the world would be a genius, and my master would be even more amazing than me.