Sweet Reincarnation

A certain view in the canteen of the boarding officer school.

"Oosu."

"Senior!! Good luck!!

To the easygoing greeting of the seniors, posture correctly and show salute as the juniors jump. It could be a unique sight for boarding cadet schools.

Military personnel are even more special among athletic students who have a tough upward and downward trend in their relationships. This is because the relationship between upper and lower level and senior junior level tends to be replaced (slide) by the relationship between supervisor and subordinate after employment as it is. With ten years and twenty years and a career, it can also happen that juniors become senior superiors, but if it is years after enlistment, or after the commissioner, the difference between one and three years is very great. Therefore, students who are taught to be unreasonable or absolute obedience to their superiors' orders are not ordered to do so separately, but treat seniors like superiors.

A trend that not everyone imitates in the same way, even though someone didn't explicitly culture it. It is also a tradition that is fostered by the unique system of boarding cadets.

With some extreme exceptions (such as ensuring royal safety in case of an emergency), boarding cadet schools all enter dormitories and wake up in dormitories. Forced, even if he is the descendant of a noble nobleman.

This is necessary to acquire the basics as a soldier and has not changed since its inception.

A place to remember the discipline of collective action, to improve the sense of union between brotherhood and fellowship, to inscribe in your heart the spirit of service to the royal family and to tap into the minimum necessary common sense. That's the royal sincere dorm. Common name, student dormitory.

Since its inception, many famous generals' eggs have discussed raw tactical theories and immature strategic theories, and many noble eggs have discussed blue-smelling national theories and idealistic diplomacy, the energy rolling youth sanctuaries (sanctuaries).

It is this dorm where everyone remembers their homecoming with memories of their youth if they are graduates, but only one graduate has ever had bitter memories.

It's a meal.

Students in a large neighborhood of N. Hundreds, and mostly undergrown years, besides being forced to exercise more than usual. There are calories they consume that are unimaginable.

To give an example, the most basic walking exercise. It means just walking in rows with luggage, but if you walk for three hours with more than ten kilometers of luggage, thousands of kilocalories will be consumed. Since the average daily amount of metabolism in an adult male is about 2,000 kilocalories, you have to eat more than double that of an adult if you do even the most initial training a day. At the very least, the words are attached. More nutrition is needed for the body to grow. On the day the instructor who did the water drill was there, the hunger of the students there increased by an additional 50%.

Without one exception, this is what happens to students. The budget is finite, so to speak of schools. It is only natural that the focus is more on quantity than on the quality of the diet. Slightly losing the quality of a meal doesn't kill people, but if you don't eat enough, students fall.

As a result, the flavor is sacrificed in exchange for preparing a quantity that satisfies the student. The quick story tastes fucking bad. Even if it is elegant, it is the food of pigs. I'm a relative of raw waste if you mean it nasty.

"As always, majii......"

Luizo says what he thinks of the taste of the dishes he mouths. It is an unchanging line that I don't even remember saying a dozen more times.

If it is for a horse, he is a man who bears the hardship as a joy, but as such, he is only dissatisfied with a meal that could be less than the horse's food.

"You have to eat decently, as it is. Put it all in the soup, eat it with salt, it'll be better."

Digidelio tells me that he doesn't think of himself as a noble brother. It is regarded as nasty as the manners of a meal, such as mixing all the meals together. At least, it is opposite to the elegance required as a nobleman.

Vegetable juice with no flavour or anything, which I think would be better if I drank the water as it is. To this, a paste of blue potatoes or something that has no flavor whatsoever, and a meat that stinks on top of being sturdy like wood. If you mix it all up, it becomes a stewy object that you can't even say you can't cook a simmering dish.

"Seriously...... oh really. Gelomaz dishes became salted soups with no flavor or flavor. You can whisper your nose all at once."

A young man who gains a friend's, backgammon bean knowledge and tries it all quickly.

If what was shaking off on the negative side is said to have returned somewhat near zero, I guess it can be described as success. When you have managed to eat, you will be pleased.

"Wow, if your father found out, he'd be mad at you for being too nasty"

"It's okay. I heard it's a tradition to eat this way."

Avail looked at the dining scenery of her friends and glanced at them. He is a man who is big and eats more than twice as many people, but this still gives me aristocratic ends. I call you father, and the way you eat is in itself a good and elegant thing to do.

He is a big body and eats soup with a spoon, but if he wears it, his large eyed spoon also looks small like a dessert spoon or teaspoon.

By the way, it was a friend of my father's who taught me how to eat this nasty Digidelio with an ostrich mood. The man, an OB at the boarding cadet school, taught me a lot of sneaky, backgammon traditions.

How to sneak out after lights out or how to skip training well. Or, for example, where you can hide prohibited items (confectionery or something).

"I used to be a walnut, too," all the time, and there seems to be a man who wants to brag about his old wickedness, and the story is that OB in the matter was one of them. Because that is how it is useful now, knowledge will also depend on how it is used.

"... then I wanted to know sooner. I don't know if I'm close to graduation..."

"Must be."

The guys I've been getting along with a lot lately here, they laugh at each other.

With their hands over the same ordeal, eating the same cauldron rice and having a common enemy (Pace), they are the earliest friends of heart. We can call each other best friends.

What I wish we knew or talked about sooner is mutual recognition. That was due not only to the way in which gelomas rice was handled, but also to the fact that the knowledge we have of each other can complement each other.

"Hey, were you guys here?"

In the place of the men's conversation, a different voice of fur hangs.

One of only a few female students in boarding officer school has spoken out. He is also a colleague of the men.

"Hmm? What is it, Frieda? Dinner, too?

Continue eating as Luizo turns only towards Frieda at the neck. Even now, I don't point that out around me, even if it's bad behavior. And Frieda also has a gainful personality that doesn't care about details.

He drops his hips somewhere next to the seats where the men sit, puts only one twist on the table, and cuts out the story with his half body.

"If you are eating swallowed? Oh, my God."

"What?"

"We're going to have a mock fight"

It was Frieda speaking as if it were every big deal, but the reaction of the four peers was more of an unresponsiveness than a chill. I can't help it either. I've been in a military training school for over three years, and every hundred or two of them are coming.

Even when it is called mock warfare, it is about everyday life. It's going to rain tomorrow, it doesn't make a big difference from what they said. Phew, well, this rice tastes worse than that.

Frieda is also dissatisfied with this reaction. I thought I'd tell you because I've been purchasing my own information around the corner. They're not worthy of teaching. Her mood would be like this.

Picking up the emotions of such a grumpy woman was a pro-hole that I noticed well in detail. In cadet school, he is a minority of the non-aristocratic class. That's why my ability to perceive the air around me is polished.

Naturally, among the five, they often stand between them and become lubricants.

"Frieda, who and who do mock wars?

When it comes to regular mock warfare, it is one-on-one (Tyman).

In the Kingdom of God, where knights are the foundation of social structures and social classes, fighting is basically a duel. Therefore, Prohor, who heard who and who would fight, is a common sense man.

I'm sure you wanted this question with you. I got in a better mood for asking the questions the way I wanted, and, in fact, Frieda tried to do the story sunshine as a delight.

But from behind, try to block her speech, and her voice hangs.

"Us and all of you."

Standing there were five top students with tight muscles. Frieda and others have sometimes been given a corner show ahead of them, and look tight at the intruder.

Men's Five. Everyone was told that they had a fairly hard workout. Whatever, because the muscles are buoyant enough to tell from the top of the clothes.

"Am I right? What are you guys. What happened to the one at Instructor Batzien's?

The most advanced students will mean the same students of the year as the five taught by Pais. Even if we've never talked intimately, we live in dorms with each other, and if we stay together for four years, we don't like facial positions.

"Neglect the information. Let me tell you something. Next time, we'll have a mock fight with you and us."

Guys, look down at Frieda. It is quite the taller Frieda, but it is also only among women. Well, sitting height is not even as high as sitting height.

Instructor Batzien brings together noble descendants of the military system who have worked out as military personnel for generations, and they are all tall. Especially high among men.

Therefore, in an attempt to stretch his back and chest, Frieda will be overlooked.

"A mock fight?

Luizo, a horse geek, asked the men as he grabbed the spoon. This is also bad behavior, but is it now the practice of eating?

"I killed the blade. I'm fighting with a training weapon. You don't know that, do you?

"I know that, but us? You're gonna do it in a winning battle, too?

"Ha, you really don't know anything. They say it's multiple versus multiple teams."

"Team battle? Seriously..."

What Luizo and the others didn't know was that Pais had a reason. At meals, the boy teacher secretly locks and pulls the instructor's office, magically jumps to Mortaire territory and Wang Du's house, and eats deliciously. For that reason, if Frieda hadn't accidentally met with instructor Batzien and listened to him, the story of the simulation would have been exchanged after the meal. I guess if I let him in the mood as soon as possible, he wouldn't be in the same calorie and direction as instructor Bazien, who told the students immediately after the decision was made.

Pais, with a modern sense, was familiar with the physical and mental effects of nutritional status, and was dissatisfied with school meals such as, if only in quantities. However, there is no way that a new instructor can improve the school's dietary situation immediately, and it is also problematic to find out that students are eating only themselves a delicious meal while they are eating a very unsavory meal. That's why I'm sneaking out and eating.

Where he is a habitual escapee or runaway, he has been a prank boy for a long time.

"I came to see what kind of person I would be dealing with. He's a hostile inspector, but I don't think he was expecting it."

Five successful youths mock the alignment. The side of being ridiculed can't even feel good.

"What does that mean?"

"It means the way it is. Look at the rash on your face. I'm not busy. Frieda is somewhat better, but she is a woman. Equestrian geeks have skewed muscles, and that one's a moat? Besides being famous for falling."

"Hmm!!

From the teaching children of Instructor Batzien, all five of Pais's teaching children were underrated students.

Frieda who unintentionally acknowledges her strength. But she gets a lower rating just because she's a woman. They seriously believe that it is not suitable for women and other military personnel.

Luizo is pretty good when it comes to equestrianism, but his muscles aren't beautiful for riding horses. It looks like it because it's a different muscle than a sword-wielding muscle or a muscle that beats each other. In terms of grades and strengths, it's less than Frieda, a woman.

Digidelio is so weak that it doesn't even deserve the earliest assessment. This man, who passes the school entrance exam critically and whose lack of physical strength pulls his leg every time of the exam, is muscularly a drop. I wish I'd just quit, there's even someone out there who speaks.

Prowl and others are famous fallen students. They say it's a weak category muscularly, and they don't do it well when it comes to heads. While teaching Randian instructors in the internal affairs system, they have come to be regarded as low in knowledge and command. And by the standards of the military system, the weakness is similar to or stopping by Digidelio. No matter which rule you use, he's the one who treats you like a fallen student.

Who did you do this to? I'm not going to be able to do a proper mock fight. And so the five young men thought.

This also makes me angry with boulders. They make fun of my people, and everyone who was sitting gets up.

"Oh, you had a good one. Good muscle. Your body is big, too. Nice. You, why don't you come to us?

Standing up made Avail's tall height stand out. Besides, the width and width are also big. A body that seems to have power to see.

From a muscle metric standpoint, it scores quite high.

That was the solicitation, but of course Avail answered instantly.

"I'll stop."

Ever since Pais taught me, I have realized that my ability as a soldier has definitely improved. They can give specific examples of actual battlefields to point out shortcomings, or they can reasonably teach us effective training.

It is also in a form suitable for each of the five.

To this, they learned the feeling of everyone being taught to pollute the glasses of their eyes. Of course, Avail is one of them.

Companions who work together in rigorous training and certainly grow in strength under Pace's guidance. Enough to keep your back, a reliable companion.

There's no way you can be proud of the person who made fun of it.

"No body. A muscle with a good corner is gonna be a luxury, right?

"... only for our instructors, that's not there"

For some reason, not only Avail, but four of his people snort.

"Is that instructor Mortairn? What are you teaching such a child?"

"That's good, you don't know anything. They're made of muscle up to their brains."

"Ah? You're selling fights?

"Which one?"

Ignorance is happiness.

Prohor's remarks did not offend the five muscular idiots on the contrary, but nothing. Prohor did not make fun of them. Even if it sounded that way, Prohor just said the facts as they were.

The limits of health and skill are examined precisely in numbers, and targets are set just beyond those limits until they can be handled. And the shortcomings are pointed out instantly, and they teach us how to fix them.

Rather than a spiritual theory that makes you do it grumpy, it's rational, easy to understand, really great, livestock hardwork.

When we first achieved our goal, we all wept.

Compared to this, people who just abuse their muscles are tantamount to wasted training without thinking about it.

Easy would be ironic around there.

Five muscles approaching the prowl with a tough face. A flashing, one-touch atmosphere.

"Fair enough. I was gonna show you my face today."

It was five to five that were about to fall into a quarrel, but it was the muscles that were involved that caught the spear.

They don't doubt their excellence. In fact, past seniors have been producing results. Even if we don't stick around here, there's a mock fight. At that time, the indication of leeway that we just have to show him reality.

"Right. Good for you. I saw the face of a beauty. It's a good nuisance to be shown a slender face."

Pro hol plays with the men.

Because they roughly guessed why they had become involved with themselves.

A cadet school where even the male/female ratio is skewed. Among them, Frieda, who has an understanding of musicians and is tall and looks, was probably the closest idol to them, at the same time an absolutely unbeatable rival.

That went elsewhere by the thought of the instructor. I guess I wanted to say a word or so to the people who “stole“ their idols.

Maybe it's a far-fetched approach to saying bad things about the pro-holes that we're better men ourselves.

They are also young people in the middle of adolescence. Prowl noticed that. Percy's Kaoru pottery is where she realizes and uses it in her speech.

"Shit, remember when you're in a mock fight."

"That way. You have to practice losing lines when you lose."

Apparently, it was a picture star, and the five of them left with a slightly worse looking face.

At mealtime, if they are annoying, the prowlers sit back in their chairs. Then, face to face with gelomas dishes.

"Hmm... I've reviewed it, Pro Hol"

You're gonna do pretty good. That's what the red dot says, compliments the special medal.

"Really?

"That was quite the courage. Those five were all powerful among the people who would learn under instructor Bazien. I didn't know they could cut that far."

Frieda, who was originally with Instructor Batzien, is a good acquaintance. Someone who's already blown it off now, but I've thought I'd be somewhat jealous. The way you work out is with the guys in season. The gall power not to pull against it is commendable.

"Yeah, I was scared. It was intimidating. But, you see, compared to the training of instructors, I mostly feel gentle..."

Yoshio scratches his cheek gently.

"I know, but I don't think you should."

"Is it a mock fight in a team fight? I'm sure this will be a tough exercise, too."

Until now, I have received more rigorous special training than I have added to the last three years. I don't even think the instructors who teach themselves will prepare easy hurdles. I'm sure it also made sense to make it a team fight. The teachings of Pais, who hates meaningless things, were meant to be well understood.

"Right. But I win. I'm on this team. There's a goddess of victory, so you deserve to win."

Frieda strained her chest. The symbol of the red dot does appeal to the presence.

"Wow, you call yourself a goddess or something?

Luizo and others are frightened by the attitude of such a confident woman.

"What, do I even look like a man?

"Yeah, I can see...... lie, sorry, no, stop, because Frieda's fist seriously hurts. What's the pain? Yes!! If you want to get your hands on me, say it!!

"I got it out."

"Say it before you hit me!!

Don't think of female cadets who are more skilled than bad men in cadet school as normal women. That is Luizo's simple opinion.

Regardless, freedom of speech is accompanied by repression by fists (cobwebs).

"Hmm. I'll give you a break about this. In the afternoon, I hear it's special training. Eat your meal now."

"Uh-oh."

Frieda tells me, a foursome man to resume his meal. Shaggy, shaggy, men carrying a spoon in their mouths. The face is still indelible.

Me, I noticed.

Luizo looks serious. A serious face, unlike when I was there earlier.

"What do you think?

I guess I felt a shitty vibe. I stopped the spoon and everyone tried to talk to me.

"It's a mess here. You taste bad."

"Oh. Not to mention now."

"So come on, you were doing it to mix it all up and make it salty. We."

"You were doing it. Gelomaz became somewhat muzzled."

From raw waste, meal methods that rank up to the extent of leftovers. It's a way to handle unsavory rice, passed down from generation to generation.

No matter how many dishes you have, it doesn't taste good anyway. Then collecting the unsavory will not change the unsavory itself. If it's raw waste, even if it's mixed, it's raw waste.

Dye that least unsavory chunk to the saltiness by putting it in the soup to better the texture and pounding in the salt.

Using curry powder is like curry anything, and if you put it in the soup and make it salty anyway, even if it looks salty and bad for your body, the taste is pretty stable. I'm talking about what's the difference between spinning a chunk of salt. It would be a unique solution for a massively sweaty cadet.

"... soup usually tastes bad when it's cold"

"... well said"

The juice is delicious while it's hot. It is often said. When cooled, the saltiness is felt to be strong, the oil and fat solidify and the ingredients precipitate.

"A little muzzy salt soup, too, and when it cools, it's less than gelomuzzy."

The worst meal was a little bit of soup. That's true.

But the divine power of the juice also loses its effect when it cools down.

I mean, what was better, it went back to normal. No, it got worse.

Everyone scratches the lowest meal that's cooled down into their throats.

If you think it would have been better while you were warm at least, what springs up is an eight-win sentiment for the muscle idiots who interrupted your diet.

"... those guys, I'll definitely knock you down!!

"" Ooh!!

There is nothing scarier in the world than grudges of food.