Cafe terrace at noon. Alan, one of the mercenaries acting with the eleventh presidential squad of the Mercenary School, was sitting opposite Simon and making a mockery of him.
"It's a tough topic to touch, but it's amazing here. In a short period of time, you're going over there."
When that topic came up, Simon remained the usual loving smile, but it was felt by Alan, as the obvious air wrapped around him had changed.
He has been in a very intense swing in the course of nearly six months. Some of these battlefields originally seemed to end in the short term, but even after subtracting them, all the mercenaries who are fighting stuck with the eleventh term chair squad of the Mercenary School think that they are overfighting within a short period of time.
They felt the reason. But I didn't say it. This is where Alan first talked about it.
"Is it for true? No, that's not all..."
I don't care that much, just to build up the truth. Alan was aware that there was a bigger reason.
"Oh, that's not all."
With a smile on his face, Simon takes his gaze off Alan and sticks his cheek.
"You're quitting mercenaries? And you... and your new homes."
To Alan's question, Simon did not answer. silent, but the answer is the same as I said.
Those who have known their Mercenary School's eleventh presidential squad for a long time have always felt that air.
"You guys had a great day."
"Oh, come on, I don't feel like shaping it in the past."
Simon shook his head small to Alan, who told him to look illuminated.
Off day. The mercenaries are having a thoughtful holiday.
Charles' holidays are spent on comic books and animated viewing, but he's been unable to do so lately. Because he is truly a proximity professor.
"It helps because it swallows fast. 'Cause I have all my skills, and I've never taught anyone before."
Charles, with his hips down on a grassy slope, said as he saw the truth swinging the hammered steel wire first.
"The technology I desperately gained was mercenary life. Then I only used it once in a while, but the truth is I'm not always a mercenary, and I'm glad you're going to use it more than I do when you get back to Japan."
Charles' words were true and sincere. Occasionally, Charles' moves shine when he allows Battle Creature to approach.
"It's time to take a break... 'cause if I don't speak up, how long will I be doing it? Yes, break."
Keep working out through it. True, Charles stops.
"I haven't been able to get much training since my concentration started to drop, and not as much. And I wonder if there's anything else I can say if I can enjoy it and go."
"It's fun."
I really think of myself sitting back and smiling in my head. I originally liked exercise itself, and it would be even more enjoyable to meet new technologies.
Two, true to be aware of beside. There's a bad gala guy who was always lying around, but he's not here right now.
Johnny enjoyed this training, too.
I haven't lost the feeling of being on my side yet. And when you are aware that you are not there, your mind becomes unstable.
We only acted together for six months, but that's not like six months of peaceful everyday life. Six months on the battlefield. The connection to awareness of each other was clearly stronger than the two dead childhood tamers, than their mothers.
"I miss Johnny so much. I've always been with the truth."
Charles guesses and mouths a dialogue mixed with teasing consolation about what he thinks with only a true gaze.
'Everyone dies before me. It disappears from my side. Shit.'
(So that's the dialogue over here)
Reminds me of Johnny's dialogue more than once. And every time I remember, I was really whining about the same dialogue in my mouth.
Two, true to see the back of Charles' hand. Animated Pictures The face of a beautiful girl is carved in a tattoo. I've known it for a long time, but it really catches my eye.
"What? Do you really want to be there?
"No way."
Charles laughing slightly. The truth is, I had a really nasty imagination. The fact that you have a tattoo of the face of an animated girl on the back of your hand, like Charles carved it.
"You're creeping me out or making fun of me, but I have memories of this. Nobody understands, though. You don't have to understand."
Charles stares at the tattoo on the back of his own hand with emotion.
"I know it's creepy, but I'm not fooling around."
"Ah... yeah, thanks for caring..."
Once he received the true words he seemed to intend to follow, Charles thanked him as he drew a grin.
"Did I say something strange? It's my sensibility to think you're creepy, but it's not inconsistent that I'm not making fun of you."
Seeing Charles's reaction isn't absurd, the truth claims. Listen to that, Charles exhales.
"Maybe so, but I think you should follow through without saying anything extra when you follow up. That's what I said."
"Right...... sorry"
Charles taught me in a soft tone, and the truth honestly admitted it wasn't and apologized.
Lei was obsessed with nettles, and Andrew was going to a gay bar when his new home met one mercenary.
The person visited her new home because she had heard rumors about the eleventh term chairman of the mercenary school and wanted to try to act together for once. It's not uncommon for such a person to come, rather it happens all the time, but the new home took an interest in the man.
"Gluca soldier."
In the hotel lobby, facing a very small Asian with a grinding face burned in the day, the new home speaks its name in awe.
"I say Krishna"
Even if I saw that do introduce myself with salute, and just saw the aura like a sharpened knife releasing from my whole body, I knew exactly how strong the man was in my new home. He's still as young as his new home, and besides, he's supposedly not as tall as 160, but he's definitely a warring soldier.
A Gulka soldier is a group of mercenaries made up of ethnic minorities in the mountainous areas of Nepal whose history ends in the eighteenth-century England-Nepal war. Having shown its high combat ability and bravery in the war, England has since continued to employ Gulka soldiers as mercenaries and send them to all wars.
Naturally strong as a soldier, he adheres well to the discipline of the army to which he belongs and, above all, the most powerful group of mercenaries with very brave and resolute, numerous anecdotes - that is the Gulka soldier.
(Krishna the Gulka mercenary - a fierce man among the fierce, struggling against a troop opponent led by Terrence Moore, the reaper on that battlefield. He is also a presidential graduate of the fourteenth grade of the Mercenary School)
The new house had heard rumors about the man, too. After leaving his hometown soldier training school, he belonged to the British Gluca Brigade but lacked enough life there, entered a mercenary school and has since been gloriously active as a freelance mercenary.
"Eleventh grade activity is also told as a legend among mercenary schools"
"Right. I'm glad to hear that."
Krishna finds it surprising to see a new home that doesn't seem happy at all to be praised, but on the contrary tends to lay low in loneliness.
"I was also interested in the fact that the leader of the eleventh term was Japanese. My ancestors were engaged with the Japanese army during World War II. The Japanese army is terribly strong and the troops of their ancestors continue to fight for a week of insomnia, losing half of them and finally winning, they say."
"As a Japanese from a nation vulnerable to being thieved from the outside, it would be a real honor to have the strongest mercenary nation say so."
It was Krishna speaking in great seriousness, but the new home was ironic.
"I'm intrigued by your movements, too. Let's have some fun."
"Yes."
A new home stands up and laughs lovingly for a handshake, and Krishna responds accordingly.
"Well, it's a good time to come."
"What's a good time?
"From now on, we're headed to the Republic of Seguroa."
When I heard the country name, Krishna's face tightened.
"And -"
Looking out the window, the new home narrowed its eyes and continued its words in its mouth.
That will be our last battlefield as mercenaries.