Shi ni Modori, Subete wo Sukuu Tame ni Saikyou He to Itaru

Me and Mr. Yulina got to the Knights training ground.

There were already thousands of people there.

Each person dresses differently, but it is easy to move.

When training, clothes are free, and there seems to be a set outfit, such as when on assignment or at work.

The training is divided into morning, day and night.

Assign training at which time, depending on the assignment and work time.

I'm this morning, but I don't know what's going to happen.

There are hundreds of knights, but they begin to align beautifully.

I'll be next to Mr. Yulina.

After waiting a while, Mr. Yelle showed up in front of him.

Go up to something like a platform and look over at the aligned knights.

"Good Morning"

'Good morning!

The knights multiply their voices back to the words Mr. Yelle said a little louder than usual.

I was a little overwhelmed by that voice.

"Good luck to you all today"

'Ha!'

That said, I bowed my head a little and immediately got off the table.

Ask Yulina later, she always comes in the morning to say hello.

The knights seem to have respect for Mr. Yelle, who is absolutely busy because he is the captain of the regiment but always shows his face every day.

And as soon as Mr. Yelle left, it became a training.

At first it was about ten kilometers of running, muscle tresses, etc.

This is the first time I've trained here, but if I were about this, I'd come all the way from when I was a little girl, so I could afford it.

People around me seem a little used to it, but no one seems to be able to afford it more than I do, Mr. Yulina, to fit in.

Mr. Yulina seems to be more physically fit than the average knights.

"Ha, ha... Eric doesn't seem too tired"

"Well, that's all right."

As soon as the muscle tread was finished, it became a weapons-bearing training.

Each of them had a different weapon, so at first the weapon joined the same person and trained. There were hundreds of people, just swords.

Me and Mr. Yulina are swords, so the weapons wave swords with the same people.

The prettiest shake is Mr. Yulina, not me......

You said you had someone to tell you because you're noble. So I guess it's because someone objectively looks at how to swing a sword and fixes it that you can swing it beautifully.

I was taught by Crist in my previous life, but since there was no one in this world to fix it, I'm completely self-absorbed.

Instead, aren't I the dirtiest way to shake this?

Something like that embarrasses me, but I don't really care to keep waving my sword.

And after a while of that, this time, people with different weapons on the contrary were going to practice together.

There are about ten of us on one team, and it looks like we're going to be fighting in pairs.

I'm fighting Mr. Yulina here once yesterday, so I'll break up once and train with the others.

"Regards"

"That's a face you don't see, a newbie? Very young, though."

Someone nearby invited me to fight.

He's got hair mixed with gray hair and a little wrinkle on his face, so he looks like he's been a knight for years now.

"Yes, I joined the group yesterday. He's sixteen."

"Sixteen!? That's a lie, you're sixteen years old enough to be an apprentice, right?

"What, really?

What, that's my first ear...

"Well, Mr. Yelle... the captain invited me in..."

"To the captain?!? I've never heard of a recommendation at that age. Probably the youngest Knights ever."

That's what I'm laughing at. Talk to me. You're such a senior that you won't suffer, with respect...... let's call you old man in our hearts.

I'm never fooling around, there's some talkative old man in the neighborhood.

"Shall we begin then? Even if I say I'm nearly twice my age, I've been recommended by the captain. I'm not gonna let you down!

"... Yes, please"

Step away from each other.

The old man is a spear.

In spears and swords, the reach is different.

Even at a distance I can't reach, an old man can afford to attack.

That's why the old man will attack you before me.

It's the spear fight that keeps you from diving into your own pocket while you make your way.

As expected, the old man takes a step and sticks his spear out.

That's just what I've been knighting for years, moving not to enlighten you about a single step of it, and fast.

The tip of the spear is made of wood, so you won't die, but if it's a bad place to hit, you'll normally get hurt.

I try to fill in my time with criticism.

The old man shakes the spear sideways like he expected it to and keeps it away from him.

But we approach the old man by recieving spears that come in the way of progress.

"Whoa!

The old man, who found out he couldn't make it by putting the spear back, releases a kick at me as he approached me.

Squeeze and avoid the kick that came towards the side of your face, paying for one of your old man's legs with a sword.

I was on one leg by kicking it, so I fall easily.

Attach a sword to the old man's neck where he fell.

"... oh, shit."

"Thank you"

I put my hand up and the old man takes it and stands up.

"I knew you were just going to be recommended and strong. I used to be that strong."

"No, not yet. Old man... he was strong too."

"You, you just said old man, right? And that's what you've always called it in your heart to come out without any hesitation."

"It's my fault."

He's a surprisingly good old man.

But earlier my old man said he's nearly twice as old as me... but if he's the same age as he was in his previous life, maybe I'm older.

I'm an old man, too, mentally. We're going to get along.

"Well, I hope so."

"Well, good to see you, old man"

"You're a tattered mouth... good for me, but don't do it to another boss or anything"

"It's okay, 'cause it's just the old man"

That's what they say.

I knew the tame mouth would be tighter. These old men are precious.

What do you care? I've never had a boyfriend in this world before... my first old man.

"... I don't know, we're not friends after all"

"Look at my face, what are you talking about with an unpleasant look on your face?"

After all, my first man friend is good christ in previous life and in this world.

I don't admit it's the first time my old man has.

Well, if you can meet and be friends with Crist, I'll make you friends, old man.

"You, you're definitely thinking rude things in your heart"

"It's my fault."

"Why did you become a salute now?"