Months have passed.
Cheer gradually became hot and sunny.
Gus' classes flew from magic to arithmetic, bookkeeping and economics, and sometimes civil and other stories, but Brad's classes were always extremely simple and lucid.
Creating basic health.
Throwing.
And killing.
I am thoroughly educated about those three things.
"In the first place, basic muscle strength is important because it increases to nothing."
Brad bends his arms and moves to create a force bubble with his two arms.
Regardless, there is no way I can do a force bubble, I can only see the brachial bone.
"But moves..."
"A move is a monster with muscles."
It was immediately cut off.... Really?
It is uncomfortable to be asserted like this because I have become accustomed to defeating the bigger ones with a percentage and comics or something.
You noticed the question, Brad kept saying the words.
"Hmm... then, Will. You, can you make me fall without magic?
Saying so, Brad stands aside.
The bones of a giant man nearly two meters tall are very compelling as he stands with his hips dropped.
It's not something that can be done to an eight-year-old or one of those kids.
"……… not possible"
"Right. Even with mastery moves, you can't do this physical difference without a weapon. Physical, weight, and muscle strength differences are directly linked to strength as they are.
Well, if you have moves, you can flip them. There's a "possibility," and that kind of thing is entertained because you have dreams. "
When I noticed it was jammed, and Brad paid for my legs with a light motion.
Brilliantly soaked in the meadow.
At that moment, I reflexively wrapped my body around the ground and took a thoroughly taught passive motion.
Sometimes, by accident, we are tested for passive technology.
If it does not, it will also be extended to provide basic training in the meadow.
"Okay, good.... So, well, this is more or less what happens in reality. Basically, it's the big side that's in your favor.
That's the only thing that's good about being big, and you need to exercise a lot, eat a lot and be big. "
"Yeah."
It's obvious, but if I exercise, I won't be able to muscle if I don't eat more calories than I consumed.
"It's a waste," Brad said all the time, because if you don't become a muscle strength, the exercise drain will remain wasted.
It was a biased and irregular diet with snacks in my previous life, but in this life I want to try to eat as much rice as possible, as regularly as possible.
"So, we're talking about muscle strength.... muscle strength is the strength of not choosing a situation.
Right, for example, suppose there's a guy with some awesome boxing skills. If you step on it, you'll beat him up a lot. "
I imagined a boxer when I was told.
"Why don't you just accidentally assemble it and rub it together just fine. How useful are those boxing moves?
... Even in the near future. That would beat the flank or something plain, but it would be half as powerful.
There was a technique called clinching in actual boxing.
"On the contrary, suppose there is a guy with a strong composition, high grappling skills.
... Reach How about a long-time opponent who beats you often if you are cleverly distanced from a distance? How effective is the move?
"Mm..."
That's another situation where the moves can't be leveraged.
"There are many situations where you can't take advantage of a move.
but 'muscle strength' is useful in roughly all situations. I rarely work to my disadvantage.
It would be a lot of rubbing, but it would be a hip-pulling beating, but if you have muscle strength, you can hold your opponent in and your fists are powerful.
He said he had a weapon. You can shake your muscles so lightly, you can keep shaking them again and again, and you hold down your opponent's weapon.
Conversely, moves don't mean they're useless, but they only work in situations where you can use them.
Even weapons techniques do. I'm not always wearing a familiar weapon... but I can't leave my body without constant muscle building. "
It was an extremely realistic analysis.
Muscle strength and physique are basic parameters. That's where the moves are corrected only depending on the situation.
"If so, it is obvious which should be given priority. First muscle strength, then moves. Got it?
"Yeah, okay.... Brad, that's actually what you've been thinking. Surprise..."
"You think I'm stupid, don't you?... Okay, good boy, hey over here?
Shit, I screamed so hard, I ran away.
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There are strings a little shorter than my height. A string made of knitted, long grass.
One end has enough fingers in it to prevent soaking.
In the center of the string, a small, shallow receptacle is knitted so that the ping-pong ball can enter or not.
... This is a stone throwing string. It's a sling.
Brad says stone throwing strings are a very good weapon for warriors who don't have a big base.
Even with the same weapon of shooting, the bow is bulky and can be repeatedly broken with temperature or humidity if it is overlaid.
It is also necessary to tension or loosen each time you use it so that the strings do not loosen, and it is highly difficult to obtain and maintain it, including the jaws and arrows.
Of course, you can make bows that are simple and easy to handle that are less creative and less laborious to make and maintain, but you'd rather throw stone strings than that.
... I was so surprised to hear about how troublesome it was to think about a bow.
And later, I was also surprised by the excellence of this weapon called a stone throwing string.
It's a weapon I'm not so familiar with in my past life's memory... but this is strong.
You can knit tall grass around it, or even make a piece of cloth that looks like a hand-tufted cloth and requires almost no maintenance.
Arrowballs are powerful enough to kill people when it comes to collecting stones around them.
The range is also quite long. Skilled Brad's throwing stones has a maximum range of over 300 meters if you just fly them.
... That means Brad can fly a stone of dying momentum into a mountain over 0.3 km away if it hits him, he says. More so if you take advantage of the high and low differences.
Ten times that because softball throwing of body measurements in compulsory education in the previous life was a record for those who could fly 30 meters.
They seem to have a slightly shorter effective range that can be properly aimed at boulders, but they can still aim there if they're within a 100-meter range.
Of course, there are no inferior parts or weaknesses compared to bows. Not that I don't...
All I can say is that with this cost performance, and it's easy to carry around, it's really lame.
Speaking of which, I remember even more now that I killed the giant Goliath in the Bible, and this was David's stone-throwing.
One of Brad's classroom pillars, "Throwing," focused on the production of this stone throwing string and his skill in handling it.
Proceeding down the temple hill opposite the city, there is a depressed forest at the end of a field lined with tombstones.
There were many wild birds in the area.
When I put one middle finger in the wheel of the stone throwing string, I put an affordable stone on the receptacle and gently pressed the other end of the string with my index finger and thumb.
Turning and gaining momentum about twice, he releases the stones that fit into the reception with his fingers off in good time.
The string remains on hand by the ring on his finger, and only the stone makes a wind-cut noise and flies vigorously.
And beyond his gaze, he was stuck with something by the woods, hitting directly at one of the quail herds.
At that moment, the birds fly in unison along with a shitty feather sound.
"Okay, up! Secure!"
That's what Brad says, but he's shooting one down by releasing a stone from his throwing string toward the flying herd.
He rushes to a quail a few dozen meters away, thinking he can't imitate it yet.
The quail was tingly cramped but still seems to have breath.
She tried to escape from me, but her wings broke. It didn't work.
I feel so sorry for her for a moment...
"Hey Will, you don't suffer! Just break your neck!
But his voice pushed him to suppress the quail using a pre-prepared thick cloth.
The feeling of bulging and rumbling in your hands.
Control resistance with beaks and nails with a cloth and put a lot of effort into your neck.
…………
The quail in his hand lost strength, as well as an unpleasant response that broke his neck.
A little further away, Brad was also collecting quail.
Looks like he died instantly over there, and doesn't look like he stabbed a stall.
The quail's eyes, which were crushed, had now lost their light.
Until Brad came here, I didn't know and prayed with my hands together.
At first, they had their hands together according to their lifelong habits, but Marie taught them that this was the case in this world.
"…… is it time to get used to it?
"Not really."
Killing.
This is the last pillar of Brad's class.
Killing was…… very heavy for me.
I can't tame it. I can't kill it lightly without touching it.
Is it because I'm dragging my memories from my previous life...
"Kill him, damn it."
Is that sweet of you to think so?
"Hmm? Not even me."
"……… Huh?
Brad shrugged his shoulders.
"So if you think deeply, I don't like it either. There's resistance to killing birds and people. It's just,"
And Brad punches me in the chest with his fingertips.
"Once you need it, on the side, you can go kill it with reflexes. That's how I want to teach you how to put that feeling.
In the battlefield, that's life and death. "
…………
And Brad receives the quail carcass from my hand.
Together, I turned my legs and hung them on my hips.
"... I'm gonna finish some more."
"Yeah."
Among the words and movements, there is a great deal of care.
I thought Brad was a great one.
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Now, if you've got a bird, naturally, that's what lines the table.
When Brad and Gus swallowed him up and returned home, Marie was ready for dinner at the table.
The feathered and gutted quail was broiled with fire and on a plate, slipped with salt and herbs from the vegetable garden by the temple.
I still have fat or hot air.
The smell of burnt meat scattered around it seems so delicious that it accidentally swallows the raw meat.
In addition, there was a soup with various vegetables thrown into a deep, good-colored bread of grain.
I can't wait.
"Hehe, you won't run away with food. So, let's pray before you do, shall we?
"Yikes!
Marie's education policy is to sit properly when she eats, pray, and then pray.
I put my hands together and complained the same way I was taught.
"O Martel, Mother Earth, O good gods, by your mercy I will have this meal.
Bless the food prepared here and feed our hearts and bodies. "
In this life, so far, I wake up in the morning, exercise with Brad, learn from Gus, and eat Marie's meal regularly.
In my previous life I woke up at the right time, ate properly, and sat in front of the monitor all the time.
The rhythm of life had become irregular and the disturbed life was weakening my body more and more.
I think I finally figured out how bad that was when I was born again.
When your body is weak, your mind is weak.... In this life, I can't do that anymore.
"Thank you, Holy Pete. … I'll take it."
Well, it's a tailored quail, but it's rich, it's toothy, it's greasy and it tastes really good.
A little more bones and less meat, but that's enough not to bother me at all.
I get silent and work on stripping meat from my bones for a long time.
I eat bread in between, but the refreshing bread is just right to reset the thick flavour of the meat.
Eating the gravy on the plate, stuffed with bread, is also delicious.
The soup is also moderately salty and stains tired bodies.
Really, it was a happy dinner table.
............... There was just a big mystery.
"It's delicious, Marie"
"hehe, that was good"
Marie, Gus and Brad are both immortals.
I don't eat, and I can't.
Therefore, there is no need to produce or store food, and it does not look like we are actually plowing such a large field.
Or it seems that the small vegetable garden has been fixed since I arrived, and there are vegetables and herbs, but no cereals have been grown.
Also, the ruins of a city with this temple are obviously cut off from human society, so you can't even buy them from somewhere.
Other than the food that remains in ruins and other things that are already so conservative, it would be just a stain or dry powder on the floor instead of rotting out.
… So where the hell is this bread coming from? Where'd you get the cereal from? What about the kiln?
After a while, I also thought about the possibility that food would be made around the ancient language magic.
"Fat" can be served, so if you say "bread" or "pork" in "The Word of Creation," isn't that how mana takes shape?
The reasoning was, in conclusion, no.
If you make something like that and eat it, you can feel "full," but they can't build nutritious food on human intent.
Gus made quite an interesting statement about it, such as, "It's not logical to eat your own phrase and get hungry"...
The fact is, that's probably it.
… Perhaps there is not enough knowledge of the creatures of this world and understanding of the Word of Creation.
In other words, because there is no understanding of proteins, vitamins, or fine nutritional value levels, the analysis of such phrases has not progressed.
The result seems to be an explosion of super dietary foods that try to make bread "only bread on the outside, but it doesn't make calories if you eat it".
With the same reasoning, messing around with complex human bodies, ancient language magic in the medical system seems to be a difficult area to make little progress in.
We had a little talk, but I mean, yeah.
… it is strange in the first place that there is enough food here for me to eat every day.
But in fact, I have some food in front of me every day.
The difference between the conclusion and the conclusion that the inferences derived from the previous materials are reasonable means that there is not enough material in the first place.
Therefore, there must be some other element…
"Hey, Marie. Where do you prepare this bread from?
"……… it is a secret"
Really, there are many mysteries.