Sweet Reincarnation

Morning.

In the autumn, the king's capital in the hinterland cools in the morning and evening. Is it something like a single digit in Celsius? Cold air shivers your sleeping body.

While the sky was still dark, five people gathered at the training ground with a great yawn. All of them are students of boarding cadet schools, and besides, this year has something in common: graduation year. It's called a fellow student.

Two of them are a crybaby combination of Prohor and Digidelio.

"Sleepy......"

Prowl gave a big yawn. Sometimes early in the morning, but simply a yawn of lack of sleep.

The fact that instructor Randian fired me, and the remorse of that time. Surprise that the new instructor was a child and more anxiety. Concern that I might have been abandoned after all. As a fallen student, I fear I will have to leave school.

When all sorts of thoughts and thoughts swirled through my head, I didn't sleep inside at night.

Because of the lack of sleep, I really open my mouth and stretch my face.

At the end of his several yawnings like that, an intermittent little child comes to the training ground. He's a beautiful boy with blue and silver hair.

"You have it all"

The child's name is Pastry-Mil-Morthern. All the students gathered here know the name.

Prohor, for example, heard his anecdotes from Digidelio, who became close enough to even call him his earliest best friend. Rumors tend to be exaggerated, but it was just hard to believe that I made it.

Said, "I have already fought many times, and I have been placed at first and second sight by military heavy towns and court nobles."

Says the memory of His Majesty the King is also eye-catching, and as soon as he wishes, he can get his own title.

Says he has the gushing wisdom of gold and financially crushes the Count family in his neighboring country.

Said he had the talent to make it possible for any impossibility, and even the Mortarn territory let him try to make it black.

None of this is anything but absurd. Prohor is from the squire family, not familiar with aristocratic rumors, but still has something called general common sense.

It's impossible to make the Mortairn region, a barren land and an inferior wilderness, a black business without resources like a mine, or even evaluate it as impossible.

I have never heard of the Baron's, nor of the son of an emerging aristocrat being given a title independently, and if that normally happens, by now the Kingdom of God is full of aristocrats.

It is also unscrupulous to know what the House of the Baron will do with a noble nobleman like the Count. n tenfold with military power. It is normal to have about the same difference on an economic scale, something that differs as much between heaven and earth if it is political power. If we're going to form a coalition, it should still be called reckless suicide through impotence to stand alone.

Which way, absurd. I mean, that everything called rumors is a lie.

Prohore common sense is very common to the public. Even he can't possibly understand more educated adult aristocrats than he can. I guess exaggerated rumors also enjoy it as entertainment (gossip) after finding out it's a lie.

From Prohor's point of view, I didn't think the boy in front of me was such an amazing person.

The boy (Pace) looking over at the gathered together is smaller than anyone else here. The young people around the year, who have grown up and are close to the end, are not as tall as the adults. Compared to them, third parties will have no idea which is the instructor.

It's also frightening to hear that we're already fighting. Even if it is true that he gave up his fighting skills, the great, decorative foiling just went well, and the teaching profession must also be the seven glows of his father's valiant name.

I hear that some high-ranking aristocrats send them to the battlefield as commanders only in form to create a track record or alibi of being on the battlefield, and that all the actual commands are done by their subordinates. It is normal that the Baron family cannot afford to go that far, but the need for foiling is also high if you are a hero child. When it comes to warfare, isn't it just form?

Common to the five students was that feeling.

"I know some of you already know, again. It's Pastry-Mil-Morthern. Starting today, I'm going to teach you all. I know a lot of people know about my father, but don't worry, I'm not as amazing as my father. Quick, but first of all your current..."

"Teacher, okay?"

There were students who blocked Pace's words.

As a soldier, I reprimand my superiors for blocking their words along the way, but there are students who do not hesitate. It is proof that Pais is being licked by students.

"I don't mind, what's your name?

"It's Frieda-Mil-Diestel. From now on I want to return to instructing Instructor Batzien. May I have your permission?"

"... you can't see the story"

"Ha."

The woman named Frieda sighed.

And talk about yourself as it is.

Her parents say that it is family training that she is a fieldist military family and a noble and noble knight. A noble knight seems to mean that you should not fail to drill your self and, in difficulty, take the initiative.

As a faction, it is a military family faction, but among them belongs a particular faction of the actionary Viscount Batzien.

The Batzien family also has several split muscles, and one of the instructors comes from there and names Batzien's family name, as does the main house. From the edge of the same faction, he said it was the established route from pre-school to teach instructors Batzien. She herself is satisfied with the way Teacher Batzien teaches, has not performed poorly, and would very much like Teacher Batzien to lead her through this.

"Then why are you here?

To Pais's doubts, Frieda clouds her face slightly.

"... Instructor Batzien told me not to come back until I had permission from Instructor Mortairn. So I just need your permission."

"I see... is that what you mean"

The boy instructor guessed at a great deal in a woman's language.

Since the King's capital summoned me, Pais hasn't just waited for the students to get together. All I said was that it was about carp to open my mouth and wait for food, and I used various hands to gather information inside the school.

Some of the information collected was about the individuality and educational policies of each instructor. From what I have examined, "muscle is everything" if I say in a nutshell instructor Batzien's educational policy.

In a world where there are no heavy firearms, individual combat capabilities are strongly correlated with survival in warfare. In particular, the closer we are to unarmed living beings, the more pronounced the trend becomes.

With a pistol, even a child can defeat an adult with one fingertip, but when it comes to a biological battle, one fingertip can defeat a person would be like using a special fist technique. Beating each other, for example, makes it quite difficult for a child to defeat an adult. This means that if combat ability is as different as adults and children, stronger will almost certainly survive. Strong things survive, a world of weak carnivores.

If we work out harder, the enemy threat drops relative. More power will allow you to move even thicker and heavier defenses and armor. Success is strength. Strength is justice. It's a simple theory.

The root of strength lies in the muscles.

Those with more successful muscles can fight stronger, tougher, and faster. And survive more.

A clan of brain muscles who have genuinely believed in this lesson and have worked out to work out and lay down war medals. That is the Batzien family. This is a house that once took elitism in a different direction from the Mortairn family, with a history of thirty-two bent elites who broke through more than twenty times the enemy's siege with force and skill.

By the way, you may not even have shallow to shallow connections with the Mortairn family. I don't like Pais, but for some reason he likes me unilaterally. It is the zero word of the contemporary Viscount lord that he would have taken care of his daughter-in-law if he had a little more muscle.

There is a clear standard of value there, because he is no less than the Viscount of the main house and the instructor of muscle supremacy, Batzien. Muscle, of course.

No matter how smart you are, a raw human disgusts you, and accepts you if you build muscles even if you are somewhat bareback. If your personality is distorted, it is the Batzien flow that cures you with muscle, and if you are retarded, compensates you with muscle. I can't even complain because this is making quite a difference.

Few have produced civilians to serve in court on boulders, but many graduates deliver results as military personnel. It is for this reason that Teacher Batzien began, and a party here believe in their values and do not doubt them.

This means that she is a teacher who tends to give women harsh ratings due to biological constraints.

Frieda doesn't have a problem with school grades per se. The classroom is excellent, and I work out enough to keep up with that instructor Batzien. But the teacher's rating is really spicy. on the grounds that muscles do not attach compared to other students.

"Like, you pushed me because I'm a woman..."

"No!! I will be back to Teacher Batzien soon!!

It was Frieda, who was drastically exasperated by Pais's allegations, but the anger wasn't because the allegations were out of focus. Rather, it is a drastic high because it was an overly accurate point.

I don't want to think I've been “abandoned” because I've achieved excellent grades, respected the instructors I teach, and achieved results so far. Even if the situation is, I don't want to believe it.

"... Are you sure that's all right?

"What does that mean?

"You are a blow to the head, even if it stretches on the extension line to date. No matter how hard you try, there's probably no big stretch from now on. If you're former instructor Batzien, though. Don't you know that for yourself?

"That's not true!!

It was a point of fact.

When compared to men, women generally have secondary sexual characteristics at a lower age. At a young age, girls grow faster and their bodies differ less between men and women. That's why until now I've been able to keep up with, or outnumber, the same generation of men in the way Teacher Batzien teaches.

However, given the nature of a gathering cadet school for teenagers, it was visible that they would be pulled out by male students in terms of muscle strength, height, etc., and I could assure her that there could be no rapid growth. With Pais, I can see that much of the future.

Instructor Batzien has also been raising a variety of students only for officers in the cadet school. Some of them were women. From that experience, you must have determined that your teachings were not suitable for Frieda.

The Batzien family is also close to the Mortairn family. Naturally, you must also be hearing rumors about Pais.

Frieda should also be able to grow further if it is a way of educating the talented women and the prestigious Mortaire sisters, or the Mortaire family, who raised a pais that can be called a knight at one end, even small.

Pais anticipates that this is where Teacher Batzien's thoughts would be. I didn't abandon you. It should be called the right material. However, such a thing is not known to the person of the moment, and there is simply no choice but to misinterpret it as abandoned.

"That's what happens. We also have people from the Batzien family, so we can anticipate what Teacher Batzien thinks."

A native of the Batzien family of Pais is the daughter-in-law of the chief squire Shiites. She was a hero of war and duelled with Shiites, an old warrior, and made her a celibate Shiites by force.

Their way of thinking is simple, and it is Peis' valve that it is easy to imagine.

"Oh no..."

"But I can take you higher."

Originally, the Mortairn family was an elitist in developing a small number of talent. Even a woman can be a good knight, Pais assured.

To the boy's words, a heart-shaking Frieda.

It would have been a satisfactory solution if it had stayed this way, but it is common for the world not to.

"Words alone are incredible."

"Oh, yeah."

"Sometimes you're just a master of speech, and it's a question of whether we have something to teach you in the first place."

"Yeah, yeah."

"I don't care how many mortarns you say, but if you're a father, then there's no thanksgiving for you son, and there's something to teach you?

"I don't know what I'm not sure of with these eyes."

Of the students who watched them become, a one-time little man and a one-time fat man make tea.

It's not a crybaby combo. They were pronounced transferred by the instructor after being clear with the inferior students. I understand there is no place to go back.

But Frieda, or the other two, are different.

Of the five students, the shortest is Luizo-Mil-Dovienne. He is from the east and is said to be one of the best in the school when it comes to equestrian arms. The man of good stature is Abeil-Mill-Orbaneha-Valeriano. He boasts so much power that no one in the dorm can beat him with an arm wrestle.

There are many more immature parts than being students, but what these two have in common is that they are not inferior students. Of course, I can't say I'm an honorary student like Frieda, but I also accommodate my bad areas there with grades, and I'm a person I can call excellent when it comes to my specialties.

When it comes to why such a person was sent to Pais, it simply didn't fit the instructor.

Luizo's instructor is an extremely skilled soldier in infantry tactics. The basic infantry tactic is to put up a shield and take a dense shape, and the tall Luizo gets buried elsewhere. The insistence that I use my horse a few times made my relationship with the instructor a sinister one.

In the case of Avail, the instructor was a person specializing in ambushes. In the kingdom of God, where it was considered good to control large with small, instructors familiar with ambushes were considered excellent instructors. But Avail, twice as big as a body person, wasn't good at hiding or sneaking around anyway.

Either way, it just didn't fit with the instructor, and the former of the other instructors stretches out enough. This is true of self-assessment, and objective assessment from others is not as different. I mean, there's no need for Pais to teach me anything else here.

Few instructors may accept them if they are inferior students, but if they are both, they have a place to accept them.

"I see. You want to know what I'm capable of?

In Pace's words, two people who were tearing up, and Frieda, look funny.

"It's not weird that you want me to show you the example of the instructor, is it?

"It's not weird, it's not weird"

At some point, five and one are clearly set apart by faction. Of course, it's Pais who's alone. The five students stood with weapons in their hands.

"It's a hassle. Call the five of you."

"" Huh?

"That would be easier to understand and know what you are capable of. It's our tradition for superiors to work together against each other."

There is no tradition or shit in the emerging aristocracy, but it is strange because in the history of the Mortairn family, when it comes to ways that have been going on since the first generation, it also seems to be a tradition.

Five students solidified their resolve against Pais, who had just provoked him to come.

"If you get hurt, don't resent me, instructor"

"See how you're doing!!

With the whale waves, students fly to Pais at the same time.

Rotten but cadet school students. Much sharper attacks than those amateurs fly from all directions. There is no place to escape, an inevitable attack.

To, I thought.

"Let me give you one piece of advice."

Pais tried to “activate magic” without panicking.

"I can use magic."

It took about three minutes for the five students to fall in.