Wake up early in the morning and shop at the bakery.
When that's over, I'll go back to my dorm and have breakfast, while I chat with Ark until class starts.
After I went to class, I was free, but when I found time, I helped the bakery.
The first ten days went by like that.
"Speaking of which, we would have talked about the dispute between the dragon kingdom and the demon kingdom before"
At the usual chat time, Ark said that.
"Uh, was that when the Royal Luxtra started?"
"Right. It was Setouchi, where the dragon kingdom would collapse, but the rebellion of" The Fog People "delayed the demon kingdom's response, and in the end, peace was made."
I remember Ark talking before.
Dragon Nation weakened by dragon manipulator spills.
Has the predominant demonic kingdom lost its momentum in the rebellion of the foggy people?
"I remember. What's wrong with that?
"Speaking of which, it seems the Fog People are from Dragon Country. Did I tell you this?
"No... I probably haven't heard"
I thought the Fog People were a minority living in the Sky Mountains, but from Dragon Country?
"It seems that the people of the fog are a group who left the Old King's capital because of the inheritance left in my birthplace. It seems to be part of those who were called" the people of search "or" the people of wandering ""
The stories of the Old King's Capital period do not appear much in the history of the dragon kingdom either.
Simply the story is that historical material does not exist and that at one time the dynasty seems to have been interrupted, and there is nothing equivalent to authentic history due to its influence.
"You're from Dragon Nation, so you started a rebellion?
Has it risen to a crisis in the Dragon Nation or something?
"I don't think that matters. You must have been purely dissatisfied with the demonic kingdom. In fact, the demon kingdom has since embraced the misty people."
"Was it absorbed?"
"Yeah. Strong authority over me, good men, and if I had time to spare... I'd try to figure out the mystery surrounding the old king's capital."
"The mystery surrounding the old king's capital?
"Disappeared royalty or something.... Well, a dream story. Otherwise."
The side of the arc that told him so, the usual gleaming lurked in the shadows.
Ark, who has an attachment to the town of Hewler, felt like he had a different goal than I did.
Dragon's life at the college was no major incident or accident, and he passed calmly.
When I finally got used to the class and broke it down with my classmates, Dr. Xa told me she was going to tour the second-rate class.
"By this time of year, we will see the movements of dragons manipulated by the second regeneration to improve our knowledge of the dragons we get"
Seeing it would also mean studying.
I'm bored just sitting in a chair, and if I go outside, it's all about building strength, and everyone's motivation is diminishing, when I was about to lose focus. Just in time.
Seeing an actual dragon can be a good experience.
I guess that's how the curriculum is meant to be created.
"Now the second regeneration is training for formation. Now, let's go."
Dr. Xa took me beyond the athletic field and headed for a short walk down the forest road.
"There's a lot of dragons out here, so be careful."
Dr. Xa said that before going through the woods.
"This is!?
What we saw was a herd of dragons over fifty horsemen.
"Wow."
"So much!?
Voices rise from all around.
"You're doing it. Now the incumbent dragon jockeys are in between to learn formation training, how to take positions. Let's take a closer look."
Dr. Xa took me and moved me to the high ground where I could see well.
Looking at the dragon jockey, it's clear what Dr. Kisa said about the real job and the second-generation distinction between our seniors.
The second regeneration of the manipulative dragon is nowhere to be found.
The dragon faithfully absorbs the will of the dragon jockey, but the dragon jockey at the heart is less sure which speed, in between, and in which direction to fly.
I'm desperate not to be followed by a corny and unusual formation, but the timing is falling apart.
"Yeah, but it makes a difference."
"Leon, how did you feel?
To my crush, Dr. Xa threw a question at me.
"I'm saying form training, but form connecting (...) training, right, this. The dragon at the center of the mould changes, so the dragon jockey who hasn't caught up with his judgment is delayed."
"Is Leon a family member of the military?
"No? I'm a baker."
"Your family and relatives have dragon jockeys."
"Not at all, though."
"Really? Is it natural? I tried to explain later, but this formation training, like Leon said right now, is practicing being able to keep up with it when you change the formation. At that time, there was a dragon jockey at the center, but the second-generators didn't seem very discernible."
Voices like "heh" and "is that so" are raised everywhere.
"There are several types of Moon Warcraft, so changing formations instantly can be the least damaging way to fight. It's a flying dragon, and if you fly in a mess, you'll hit it in the air."
When that happens, I can't wait for the dragon jockey on board. If you heck, they throw you on the ground and you die.
"The first thing a dragon jockey remembers is a sense of distance from other dragons. Well, if it's a medium-sized dragon, I can destroy it alone. Oh, here you are."
Everyone's gaze was gathered on those to whom Dr. Xa refers.
"Whoa, whoa!?
"Ahhhhhhh"
There were many surprised and screaming students out there.
A medium-sized dragon that can destroy the Moon Warcraft alone.
That came.
"Medium-sized dragons are over a hundred meters long, including tails. Make sure you're not mistaken there. I'll take the exam later."
Dr. Xa is joking, but no one is responding.
The medium-sized dragons that have come are likely to be classified as ground dragons.
Compared to runaway dragons and flying dragons, even the same medium-sized dragons have larger bodies of ground dragons.
And faster than I expected!
Every time a ground dragon walks, the ground shakes and its horrible face approaches.
Some escaped. I can't do that either.
People are exposed to (or even exposed to) underlying fears when they are confronted by someone they will never rival.
"Yes, that's the second-rate training instructor chief, instructor Ginnis. Looks like you're here to say hi."
Not to say hello, but to surprise you.
Even if I did this every year, no wonder.
Anyway, Teacher Ginnis' eyes are laughing.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Instructor Ginnis was a disgusting doorman.