Sweet Reincarnation

"Ha-ha."

"Ha, ha, ha, no more"

There were men and women with rough breaths. The man sleeps on his back and tries to tone his breath as he stretches his sweaty, wet hair against his face. Her cheeks are upbeat, her face is reddish, and the heat rises from her body.

Beside him laying unconstitutional, there was also the figure of a woman. She's also barking her breath. Compared to the man, he still seemed to breathe, but his jacket was thrown away all the time, and his skin also remained in a revealing outfit, carrying out indiscriminate terrorism spreading the poison of his eyes. If you keep walking around town, you're going to be dressed as dirty or inflammatory.

"That's my win."

"Shit, I thought I won"

Removing your jacket and breathing in the rough outfit of a tank top is Frieda, a muscle geek reserve. And it is Luizo, the horsemaniac, who is about to fall asleep and regret it.

If they ask why they are absurd in their breath, the cause would be a silver-haired boy instructor.

"Hmm, Sir Frieda-Diestel is the best in endurance...... Now you've got pretty much everyone's abilities now."

Pais had written something on the blackboard at hand. Written crisp with stone wax on a blackish board, numbers and letters line up.

Apparently it's a list, with five names vertically and several events lined up beside it. Pais's writing at the intersection.

Vertical jumping, weight lifting, short distance walking, etc. And the last event seemed to be a long run, and Pace nodded satisfactorily after putting the record on.

"Teacher, may I ask you a question?"

Still he put two more rough breaths aside, and because he had fallen early, Prohor, who had already finished his breath, raised his hand beside him. It shouldn't take any reluctance to question the instructor, but the phase looks as if he is still weak.

"Yes, please."

"What's the point of doing this..."

To Prohor's words, Pais glances at Giroli. That alone made the youth more suspicious of behavior.

"Oh, no, I'm not dissatisfied with anything, I just want to know why, but, uh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Prowl didn't know what Pace was doing, exactly what he was trying to do.

I was made to jump, jump, run, and lift, and I was wondering what that meant to put a record on.

"Good question. It's good to always think about why you have to do what you're told and how it works, rather than just doing what you're told."

"Ha."

A compliment came to me where I felt angry. Prohor's perplexity only deepens the degree.

"As for the question, I'm doing this to find out what's going on with everyone. We also need the original information to create a training menu."

"... then why don't we even do a mock fight with each other rather than find out how fast we run?

It was Avail who further questioned what Pace called "knowing the status quo”. He tends to be misunderstood from a giant body, but there is something thoughtful about him.

He has originally taught another instructor and has done there under his guidance. “Strength” to his mind is white soldier, ambush, or reconnaissance skill. In particular, the skills of the White Soldiers have many instructors who value them. Therefore, if you want to know your strength quickly, it is common practice to have students play mock wars with each other. Avail asked only as a common sense theory.

Pais also takes pleasure in the students' own opinions.

"What I want to know is not everyone's technology. I wanted to know how well the physical foundation was built. Because commanders don't need it for personal combat skills."

Not needing the strength to fight is an outrageous argument that could deny the cadet school education altogether. The students thought so, but Pace adds more.

"I've never crossed the line with high individual combat ability. And there are also many examples in history of opening up a battlefield with individual martial arts. But the officer's original job lies in directing the soldiers. It's the main road that keeps commanders from falling into situations where they are proud of their personal martial arts, and it's a good place to get out of the way, such as being active on one horse."

As a Mortairn family person, no, that's why Pais is familiar with the dangers of military action that relied on individuals. It was also well known that there was a limit there because there was a thousand fathers on one horse and the winner was also a pais who could work alone.

It can sound like a losing story if someone else says it, or if Pais says it, it can be convincing. Or will they accuse you of not telling me?

"Delicious treats come from better ingredients than small hands-on technology..."

Prohor recalls the words he said yesterday.

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

"See how you're doing!!

Five students are attacked by one boy.

They fly at the same time because the boy himself told them to do so.

Five who aspire to be military, even though they are students. I was openly provoked and angry at being licked.

Lots of passives. Regardless of the amount of martial arts that are awesome, humans can be physically impossible. The same goes for accepting five swords with only two hands, and blind spots exist in any master beyond not having eyes behind them.

Saturation attack by number. If a siege attack is carried out by a force of five against a single force, the overwhelming advantage is on the sieged side. That's a reason even a child can understand.

But they were only “common sense people”.

"Let me give you one piece of advice, I can use magic."

Juvenile instructor thing. Response to Pais' words, clearly split.

With those who penetrate it, whether magical or not, but irrelevant, and those who loosen their hands of attack out of vigilance.

What Pace used was to transfer a "hole” to the ground. Of course, I didn't really make a hole. It's only a painting so exquisite that it looks like a real hole. There is no need to actually dig holes if you want to, but Pace's magical “official setting” is [drawing].

A merely elaborate picture of a hole. But first sight humans are confused first. Putting your feet together is a normal reaction, showing them jumping over a "hole," or breaking up with a person who noticed it as a painting and a person who didn't.

"If you have a corner siege, get it all together!!

Pace's words are directed against Frieda, the red dot that came first. Of course, along with a training wooden sword. She jumped into the magic without any hesitation and first realized it wasn't a real hole.

Pace has been doing sword arches since he was conceited. It was also mentored by my father, who is also a fingerfolding martial artist in the country, and by the fierce warriors who have dived through numerous battlefields.

Training with mature spirit and intelligence, and making full use of child-specific high growth. In addition, the environment has dived the training field many times on the real battlefield. Abnormality that I don't hate any sacrifice or hardship for a treat.

The result is a child with the ability to "twist lightly if you are a knight in line”. The irrationality is also extreme here.

"Gubeho."

If you're a lady, speak up like you shouldn't, Frieda, who can't indulge in a whimper with a blow to her belly.

From behind her like that, the wooden sword is swung down.

"There's a gap. Oh!!

"If you want to make a gap, what do you do with your voice up"

It was Luizo, an equestrian idiot, who shouted down his sword.

He has also been trained in swordsmanship since he was young, and the swing was sharp inside.

But a sword like the one I was learning to do in the archery of equestrianism can't be easily applied to warriors of war, and it's lightened up. And he gets slapped in the back as it is and becomes a feather kissing the ground. Not a good idea, Luizo, I heard Pais say, on the ground depressed.

"Blame it!!

One beat and two beats late, this time from a pretty high position. A wooden sword strikes Pais.

If the Giant Avail harnesses its former power, it will create less than half the power. A dozen pompous swords that can assure you that the wind cut sound is not normal, even if it is a wooden sword, and that any human will die if you hit it properly. With the momentum to crush the rock, it's a hard blow to be shaken down.

"At your disposal, the power of the corner is rotten."

But Pais smiles with a fine face.

Real seriousness, beyond the standards that we've even exchanged our lives, is now about “if we hit it, we die”. If it is such an experience, it is a cool face when it has happened many times.

Abail, whose body swam after being struck by a blow all over her body, was slapped straight in the arm and removed the wooden sword, and even more impetuously fell on her own. If more power than an ordinary person is emptied, the rolling momentum is also flashy inside.

"Well... caution and cowardice are different. Call me."

"Oh, no, no."

Obviously more on the scale than myself, with the easy defeat of three people who are supposed to be proficient in martial arts, it's the Digidelio that's pulling back. My body is weaker than my ex, and my swordsmanship training is slower than people's. It can't even hit, like a whipped sword. A slightly more flimsy sword goes to Pais than standard, but this is lightly flaunted.

Digidelio finally got his head slapped with a wooden sword and squatted as his eyes wept over the pain.

"... I surrender"

Prowl, who was intact until the end, threw down the weapon he had in his hand, kneeling from himself and saying he had surrendered. Because I realized I couldn't do it myself.

Pais was also struck by this.

As for the tide of cadet school, it is considered right to fight squarely even when you are one of the last. In the Kingdom of God, where being a knight is the minimum condition as an aristocrat, turning away from battle and fleeing was above all repelled.

A lightly surrendered prohort, from the mainstream of the cadet school, would mean a shitty human being.

The young man who made the declaration of surrender was prepared for a strong reprimand.

"Hmm, that's a good decision"

But surprisingly, Pais praised Prohor's decision.

Of course, he took a blow to the prowl without alarm and made it tearful. But I won't show you how disgusted I am.

Now everyone will have taken a blow from Pais. Nor can they even cause their attacks to plunder.

"Well... line them all up there"

Everyone obeyed Pace's words honestly. The people who were rolling, too, jumped momentum.

No one gets hit so far by a boulder and still licks Pace. He looked like a soldier, lined up nicely in front of Pais, and corrected his posture.

"First, Sir Frieda-Diestel"

"Ha!!

I was called out, lady (?) stretches his spine.

"I heard you were loaded with workouts. In the sense of martial arts arms, it would be impeccable. But the horizons are narrow. Commanders are expected to take a good look around and remain calm at all times. Part of my heart is always cold."

"Ha, thank you Professor!!

She responded with the most salutation to the precise instruction given by Pais. It originally came from a clan of brain muscles that are (blanketed) with muscle supremacy. Honest obedience to the words of the strong can also be considered a beauty.

"Sir Luizo-Dovienne"

"Yes."

"The arm of martial arts would be the point. I can appreciate what you were trying to do with Mr. Frieda, and it's great that she was able to act without moving even when she was incapacitated. But you also lack calm. When the initial assumption collapses, it is also necessary to pull back and get your attitude in place, rather than scratching your feet to try to do something about it. Identify the difference between disadvantage and impossibility."

"Yes."

Luizo also showed his honest gratitude to Pais for pointing it out. The body body with developed inner leg muscles, also known as equestrian muscles, appeared to stand differently from people even when posturing correctly.

"Sir Abeil-Valeriano"

"Ha."

Pais stood before a giant young man. Difference in height enough to be lacking to say adults and children. Pais For about two people. When a tall person is likely to correct his posture, the facial expression is so invisible from Pais.

"Strength had something to keep an eye on. If you only appreciate that, you can assure me that you will probably not even take a pull from your father's … no, to the elite of the Central Army. I'm really surprised too, and I think it's a great talent."

"Huh? Thank you?

"But you can't rely on it all. A soldier must always control a powerful force that can kill people. It is the beast, not the military, who ravages as power. When you wield power, it only makes sense to control it. That is no different when you are one person, or when you command 10,000 people. It is the mighty power that treats you delicately. You can do that."

"Oh, oh, yes, thank you!!

Avail was delighted from the bottom of her heart. Because I felt like I had paved the way for you to give me a good appreciation of yourself, and for clearly telling me how to take advantage of my strengths.

Most importantly, by hastily saluting him, a little man next door was allowed only to wind pressure.

"Sir Digidelio-Harbonci"

The good man was called by Pais.

"J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-

"Yeah. It's you. When I used magic, I deserved credit for dealing with it calmly. It was also a good decision to grasp the situation and not make an attack on the murmur. But then you should have believed in your judgment until the end. If you want to attack with your hips pulled, you better run."

"Su, excuse me"

Digidelio saluted Pais, who did not break his smile. Compared to the neighbor, the skinny thing about the sang stands out, and although the atmosphere is likely to break Po, the posture itself is pissy only for military personnel.

"And finally, Prohort-Agerpov"

"Yes, I'm sorry"

Prohor apologized the most for the opening.

Of course, because I am aware of my impudence. Compared to the other four, it's too bad.

No bravery, no aggressive judgment, no fit for others, no suspicion, no face to the end. Nothing good. Yes, a self-assessed late apology.

"What are you apologizing for?

But Pais at the time of the apology shall be decent.

"I didn't even fight, so I didn't expect to be angry..."

"I think you were right to surrender, didn't you? First of all, it would have been a natural decision to come to the fight because it was five to one, thinking we could win. The choice of siege tactics is also reasonable. Afterwards, I also know you didn't think you had a winner because of how the other four looked. Which is a normal decision, and I think it's common sense accurate. Now, if you're going in there knowing you don't have a shot at winning, you should reflect... well, if you're going to tell me one thing, sometimes the commander has to be prepared to lose. A scene where you really lose, but you have to fight. Buy time for the evacuees, retreat battles, decoys, etc. There is always a time when we should fight even if we must lose more than we are soldiers. At that time, the perspective of how we can make our losses smaller and do less harm will also be important. Being able to choose to surrender is also courage. I appreciate your decision."

"... Yes"

"But... if you made the decision to surrender, and if you thought that was the right thing to do, it's also important to stop the Friends. In this case, we should have stopped Sir Harbonch. Why didn't you stop?

The weak young man looks next door. I have eyes on Digidelio, but that doesn't make any sense.

"That's... I was wondering if it would be weird for me to say something..."

"If you're going to be a commander, decisiveness and guidance are also important. Even if you are accustomed to following people, you seem to be less conscious of making them follow you."

Excuse me.

Prohor uttered another word of apology. But now it doesn't mean the same thing as the earlier apology. I understood what Pace meant and realized it wasn't my actions, it wasn't what I was missing in the first place. Pointed out his immature, immature point. Apologies in the sense that I'm immature and sorry.

"If there was something with exceptional skill, sober judgment, wealth of knowledge, and superior intelligence, that alone would not make me a good commander. No matter how sharp the blade, if the steel is brittle, it can't be a famous sword. To make delicious treats, from better ingredients than small hands-on technology. You should first develop a strong heart."

Pais's pointing out that something is different while talking about similar psychology to some instructor.

It was a pro-hole to wonder where it would be different, but his thoughts are fogged with a heartless word from the instructor.

"Okay, again. Now call me in order. I'll do it neatly with personal guidance, so be prepared for some injuries. If we fall, we'll take turns."

The students', sad voices echoed.