Sweet Reincarnation

Where is the most important place in the Kingdom of God?

If a human being living in the king's capital is asked like this, he replies that it is the castle where the king is. In the sense that it is at the heart of national politics and that the most important people live there, it can be said to be the right answer.

A royal castle is a nomenclature collectively referred to as a place where various facilities are aggregated, on a site so vast that it can be considered a single city in itself. It may refer only to the residence of a pure king family, but if most humans call it a royal castle, it would refer to a huge group of buildings that can be seen from a distance.

The Kingdom of God is able to complete various activities in the royal castle alone, only in a country once experiencing to the brink of national annihilation. In case of final defense.

Activities to prepare weapons and protective equipment, and activities to make food and consumables. The so-called production activities are its ultimate. Of course there is a place to make cloth, a place to process wood, even a field, an orchard, and a place to worship.

And facilities for military activities were also available as critical facilities.

Barracks for knights to sleep in, antiespionage conference rooms for sensitive military meetings. Alternatively, training facilities.

The majority of users of Royal Castle military installations are military personnel. It's also mostly the knights serving the royal family.

In the castle at the bend. A person who can be trained here is an extremely limited person, the chosen one.

"I mean, you guys have no right to cry!!

"Yes."

"My voice is low!! You are still Mortairn people!! If you intend to paint mud on the English name of His Excellency the Honourable Baron of the flourishing National Army Battalion, you will not forgive me!!

"Ha!!

It is Semihio-Tapia who shouts a loud voice to the newcomers of the Mortairn family living side by side, at the edge of a training ground the size of which a thousand and five hundred metres track is unlikely to be made without one. He is deputy captain of the Second Battalion of the Central Army, an elite soldier. It's a thirty way working platter and I'm pretty disappointed in my health.

Rather than that, if you are a soldier assigned to the national army, starting with the central army, and you have been there for six months, you have a trained physique without exception.

Why is that?

Even though the central army is not unconnected with politics and smugness, some enlist in the ranks of nobility, or in their connections. No, in the divine kingdom of aristocratic society in the first place, connections are so frightening that it can be said that connections are everything, and new enlistments are always something that someone might have a recommendation from a powerful person. Extremely rare cases employed entirely on merit only.

Naturally, there are some who are good at coming in, and others who are not good at sitting around on edge. Jade stone mixing is the norm in society.

But the first thing those people do when they join the army is chore and training. Regardless of whether it is done well or bad, it will start with a uniform downwork.

This is a tradition that is done to quickly beat the specificity of the army that orders from above must be obeyed, even if unreasonable. The captains who now look great and who used to start by polishing their seniors' armor.

There can be no great task entrusted to the sea or to the mountains.

And the same purpose. In other words, thoroughly conduct training in order to thoroughly slap the upbeat hierarchical key.

I was forced to beat up before the morning sun rose, running on the training ground before breakfast. Nor is that just running. Run with a sack of sand or dirt on your back, mimicking the weight of armor and luggage.

At this point in time, the warm (wet) people who come in just because of the edge turn up the sound, but it's the army that doesn't allow it. Forcing them to continue their training while preaching that the enemy is something that comes only when they are exhausted.

In fact, in war, manoeuvres etc. that attach to enemy fatigue are a constant means, and it is rarer to be physically and mentally robust and ready to fight. A torture-like training that whips you further where you are tired and wipes you up physically on it.

If you're a gut pear, this alone will give you a sound in three days.

When you're done running, it's breakfast. However, you shouldn't expect flavor. There are only plenty of quantities, but in any case, large pan dishes based on bulk production. Every day, every day, just the same menu. Even a somewhat gutsy person definitely gets bored in a week. It is always this meal until you are allowed to go out. As a result, the fact that breakfast and dinner are mostly on the same menu is also accelerating boredom.

Even after the meal, it's a training pickle.

Training of personal skills, training of collaboration, training of basic health, etc. After noon, a human being who is shaking his feet with a pull like a newborn deer can do it in dozens.

Is that it?

No.

After you've tortured your body, you're in school. Many have taught the basics at boarding cadets schools and so on, but a well-known National Army recruit can't possibly do that. such as an on-board exercise that is a role-playing of a battle that has actually taken place or that actually separates the commanding role from the staff officer from the detachment commander. Your body is waiting to be trained to use your brain to its limits.

The people who enlisted in the National Army relying solely on their personal martial arts even leave something to cry about without following this. People who can't do it are made to do it until they can.

It is also a tradition to pass on the fury of a knight to a junior from a senior to a junior, without simply being able to penetrate.

In this way, intensive and thorough training. Everyone experiences a hell of a way of treating the word "powerhalla" that seems adorable.

Of course, some are quitting. He who offers to resign from himself because he is too harsh, and leaves. Waiting for them is the result of crushing the introducer's face and the cowardly, indolent cripple who fled the army. Re-employment and other desperate, and those who fear this have no choice but to eat their teeth and follow them.

Those who endured training and passed a six-month rookie period.

It is already sharp without one exception.

Spiritual strength enduring harsh trials, forged and bent flesh, polished individual martial arts, undisturbed collaboration with each other, solid knowledge polished with experience and practice, strong unions in which each other encouraged each other.

This is the elite among the elite proud of the Kingdom of God. The knights of the National Army.

This is why there are no poor people.

"Ha, training is so light for me."

I have something to slap the deputy captain of such an elite unit with that seemingly light mouth. Yant, a Mortairn family squire. Newbie.

What have I done wrong, a bad boy who has stirred puberty to the worse.

The deputy captain, Semihio, smiles deliberately at Yant, who also seems busy. The old man laughs like a jerk. Quite intimidating.

"Ho. I'll admit the courage to slap that light mouth on the spot. But for the next ten days. Don't forget that line."

With that said, Semihio looks out at the faces in line.

Eight newcomers to the Mortairn family. We're all young, young enough to say.

They asked me to train them the other day. By nature, the private use of the National Army was not praised, nor did the crew have day-to-day business, which they initially refused to do. Casserole is also opposed, of course, in the sense of public and private kejime.

But what a permission the upper echelons of the National Army have given when the Kirinko of the Mortairn family has appeared in the negotiations and has also made it conditional on the provision of treats on the subject in Wang Capital, or the free use of [instantaneous movement] of things with a limit on the number of times. Specifically the Duke of Kadrecek.

When this happens, it becomes a formal order, and it is the military that obeys even irrational orders.

Incidentally, after the order was given, it is only for the record that the vice captain won the seat by activating his power, saying that he would receive sweets and money despite being a task, and that a large number of people raised their hands to the role of teacher to become a contender.

And in the middle of the eight, there's one small human being. A total of nine.

"Sir Tapia. Please provide guidance over the next ten days."

Chibisuke, who was in the center, advances a step forward and speaks up. Regardless, there is only one young man in a more representative position than his servants. Pastry.

"Sir Pastry-Mortellen. I hear you don't need to be in training until your lord?

The order Semihio received from the upper management via the battalion captain (casserole) is that he wants the young man of the Mortairn family to be treated for ten days.

Being a member of the National Army since his youth, he did not know about the training of other armies, etc., and would inevitably trample on recruit training.

This recruit training is harsh and known, and the alchemy of hell of turning any weak into a resilient warrior.

Out of the nine guests from the Mortairn family, can children who seem less fit than the women keep up with the training that even older adults cry about? If you make it semi-hio, I doubt it a lot.

Of course, Semihio's boss is that casserole. The pride of a human son, also said to be the country's biggest protégé, is heard so much that octopuses can be heard in his ears. According to that, I was talking about more arms than my father.

Because it's an impossible story, I mostly listened minus about 10% of the story, but when I actually saw the person, it was younger than I thought. I even think it would have been good in five minutes instead of 10%.

After all, I was convinced that the degree of exaggeration of the parent fool had passed. That's why I get more anxious that I'm really going to be okay with participating in the training.

"Right. The purpose is to train the newcomers. Apparently, someone is watching sweetly to become a squire, so I want you to get rid of the sweetness quickly."

"Hmm."

Semihio's eyes are pointed at some people. It was natural that the first thing that suited him was Yant, but from his eyes, all the other humans feel some warmth as well.

When it comes to the Mortairn family, it is a prestigious house of heroes and is often entrusted with the most harsh places if it is to be a place of battle. If you are a squire there, you must be invited by the Spirit less with half-power. The deputy captain predicted that from the rules of thumb.

"But it's hard for us to think that we're the only ones suffering and that the people we're supposed to serve are making it easier, etc. Let the newcomers train painfully, and it's hard to think that their husbands are a sight to behold."

"I think Sir Mortairn will be fine... well, if he's your son, he could be mild."

There are no fools in Mortaire territory who lick the Mortaire men, but there are exceptions to everything. A human being who knows Pace well at a young age and still has an image of that time may "assume" that Pace has not had such an experience when they dive through rigorous training.

When that happens, I don't listen to Pace. Or it could be a mild mental state.

Because he couldn't lick it, and because of the proactive homestyle, Pace decided to take part in this training.

Note that it was the squire chief who ate his share in the administration for this purpose. By now you will have been pushed to work and gloriously zeroed in stupidity.

"All right, then treat all of you equally. Don't you mind?

"Absolutely."

"Now, let's all carry this."

Before the faces of the Mortairn family, the dengue was placed like an earthbag. Dusty but sturdy cloth bag filled with plenty of dirt. Needless to say, what do you do?

I am much lighter than the National Army recruits carry because I am not willing to crush the freshly adult immature young man on the boulder, but five kilometers would still be light.

Everyone felt the load on their backs.

"Okay, let's run. Follow me. If you're late, don't leave because there's an extra punishment around."

"Yes."

That's what I said, just a running lieutenant. I rushed out to follow them all, but the strain on my body was more than I could have imagined. Besides, running at a pace that seems quick even if you're running normally.

"Hiya, haha"

After five minutes of running out, I got a painful breath, especially from a few people who had never trained their bodies before.

People of civilian origin, such as two women and a leash, have their jaws up first.

"Yo ha, this, die!!

Who was the zero word? Looking at the situation, which is not strange for anyone to say, it was probably the common opinion of everyone except one.

"I will never die while you say that!! Run anyway, run!!

It can be Arlach who seems to have the most room for strength, but even he's already breathing constantly. Most human legs are already coming up. In fact, the pace of running was significantly slower. A five-year-old would pull it out now, too.

"Hey, stop!!

Decree of the Semihio. Thanks, I just stop and sit on the ground all at once with you. Rather than sitting around, it was more of a momentum to fall in.

When everyone expected it to be a break. Ruthless voices come down.

"The preparatory movement will be fine around here, too. From now on, I'll run faster. Never be late!!

Yeah, and I had a pitiful voice. It's completely unclear who made the voice, but the feeling itself is something you can share.

It's tough enough to think you could still die. If they say that was a warm-up, etc., it's going to break my heart.

"Totally, pathetic people. You look like a child. Look, Lord Pastry... no, I need a pastry."

To Semihio's voice, everyone's eyes turned to Pais.

Even Yant and Arlach, who should have been working out from day to day. I'm not even sweating to get to Pais, even though I'm wheezing.

Of course, there are "curable" moves, but I don't run into Dada every day.

"You're lying."

"It's a Bakemon... why are you okay?"

To the pitiful voices, Pais also answers firmly.

"I work out differently. Everybody, just stand up!!

The newcomers understand.

Why do seniors turn their respect to Mortairn parents and children?

And for ten days, the young men saw hell.