Sweet Reincarnation

The morning of the simulated battle.

"... I wonder if you're okay"

"Mm, I can't, I don't think it's a good idea"

The grief of a falling combo falls vacant on the training ground.

Prohor and Digidelio both seemed rather anxious. I can't help it either. Because both of these two have been inferior to their opponents, not even physically inferior, and have been putting up inferior rettels for a long time.

Confidence is a stack. Even if I tell you to be confident right now, it's impossible.

"Yeah, pity. Still a man!!

Frieda is gaining popularity. He was formerly the godson of Instructor Batzien, who had seen the face of an ancient nest and had lost his calm.

Teacher Batzien's teaching children exceed fifty because they have crossed all grades. Five of them were chosen. Selected people were also boosting their confidence and muscles. And the eyes that see their Frieda, they have the colour of contempt. She's the one who got kicked out, we're better up there. That's a blatant display of superiority. Or the gaze that is sent to this sight around your chest or buttocks.

This can't possibly prevent you from having an epilepsy. When I just crushed him, he was flying cancer towards his opponent.

"You need to calm down. If you're being cuckoo now, you can't keep calm. Instructor Mortairn taught you to stay calm, right?

Abeil flaunts Frieda with blood on her head. He's the guy who doesn't look good on big figures and can surprisingly make detailed notices.

"Ugh... right"

"And, uh, let's see."

Ahead of Abeil's finger, the sight was spreading like a specialty of boarding cadet school.

"The monk hat muscle is tight!!

"He's got shoulders. Ugh!! Hiu!!

"Good big chest muscle!! Tension. Tension."

Gently bend your feet, open only the upper body of your body to your body, and grip your hands overlapping each other with a navel hit, while exerting much more effort to strengthen your chest and muscles. The so-called Side Chest.

Turn your back, your feet shoulder-width apart, and your hands fold as you raise them above your shoulders, accentuating your spine. So-called Back Double Biceps.

It's a sight that makes me want to say which bodybuilding venue this is.

"Wow..."

"Look at that, on a boulder."

Beyond being a soldier, masculinity has a precious tendency. Successful muscles created by layering your workouts certainly make you want to boast as a man. But there is a limit to everything.

Unless you're also a muscle enthusiast of the same sex, such as same-sex muscle pride, it doesn't seem like an interesting thing.

Yes, if it's normal.

"Beautiful..."

"" Huh?

To Frieda's words, the other four harden.

They completely forgot, but she was one of the muscle supremacists again. Training second only to training that challenges human limits. And the physical beauty that comes from the thick muscles obtained at its end is neither an opinion nor an understanding that argues that it is a work of art.

Most likely, I don't want you to be my friend. If you're next door, such as a bastard who puts it on something and decides to pose, it's not too hot and painful.

Did you notice the cold gaze around you, or the one with the blood on your head cooled?

A frida who makes a light cough and regains her mind.

"Kohon, let's get this over with."

"Now you're deluded."

"Fair enough. Well, then, it's a maneuver... but those guys, first of all, are definitely going to rush in. This is certain."

At the time of this simulation, it was Prohore who set up the operation. This is because when we were all discussing the operation, he gave his opponent an insight into a horrible position. In so much detail that even the other person's breath is likely to be heard.

The proposed operation that emerged from it was enough for everyone to imagine the scene. Based on the prediction that it would definitely be, Prohor drew up a draft operation that this could be done and showed it.

Over three years of experience that originally had a low status within the school and was constantly peering into the eyes around me. insight, psychological reasoning, or even individual preferences. He's been learning and polishing. Originality: observation and reflection.

A little bud that has been trampled on for a long time. That was now finally about to sprout.

"Right. Instructor Mortairn would be happy to feed you. I'm sure. Bovines are a delicious prey, say something like that."

Everyone laughs slightly at Luizo's light mouth.

During a suburban exercise about when, Pais had planted a runaway rabbit. The words I said at that time were, "It may be easier for a bear to come towards than a rabbit to flee immediately". Needless to say, the students were frightened.

Laughing, Prohor continues to make final confirmation of the operation.

How to deal with the person who would come towards you.

"Make it there, first in the form of a stop for four people other than Digidelio"

"Ooh."

Digidelio is not as strong or muscular as some cadets count from below. She weighs light and is small in weight. He really is a man who has always come wandering the critical low standards, so where he falls out he will not be greatly underpowered. It's a sad story.

"Digidelio turns from side to side while we stop the opponent. It's a situation, but maybe it's going to turn from the right."

"How do you know the right?

"They train to have a shield on their left hand, so the left side is prone to blind spots. I mean, from this side, it's on the right."

From a prowl, it's easy for people posing for muscles to imagine the training they would be doing on a daily basis. I must have experienced it myself, but I must have been made to train in full body armor. And using armor and shields, the team should also be dismissed in action format. I'm not saying that's bad, but if you're in fourth grade and have been training like that for over three years, your body will be stained with movement. You must also unconsciously avoid doing the first glance if you can't see it with your shield.

"Wow, okay, okay"

"So, it's how the other guy comes... assuming to the extent that Digidelio poked from side to side, you think it would disrupt the line?

Don't fall apart.

"Right."

Neither one of Teacher Batzien's factions has served Dada with the best grades every year. There are many students with exceptional strength in muscle and force pushing, and they also have a reputation for collaboration.

I don't think they're going to break up here because there's less than one proud Avail.

"So there's something Digidelio wants you to do"

"Hey, what's up?

"It's..."

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corner of the training ground. Five and five had already faced each other in the surroundings of the wild horses.

"Hey, are you ready?

"Such a tiny muscle, okay, inferior student"

"Weak people can be locked in their rooms."

Every man in a knight's armor wore his mouth shut. Is it the lowest height, 190 centimeters, etc.? As a normal person, he's tall.

High height and a full plate made to order. And muscles that just dress them very commonly. It is a whole body compression interview.

Skill and strength to manipulate flat armor that is difficult for a person in line to wear and move. And it was as if the great walls were rising, when the five men were lined up.

There's a sense of intimidation that just confronts you and you're going to be crushed, so if your mouth is shot as it is, it's no surprise that if you're a person in line, a little one runs away.

"Shut up, you guys, not us losing"

But it's not necessarily just special victorious people who remain silent as they say. Especially if you look at it from someone who aspires to be a female officer, even if you are making a big deal out of it with this degree of oral quarrel, you will remain licked. There was also danger in the words to be said back.

"Knock it off. Don't let the woman out. to a habit limited to instructors."

Frieda was kicked out of the way by a teacher with limited skill limitations. That's what I want to think about what's left. Though I want to have a psychological advantage.

The students weren't the only ones who heard some pretty direct insults. Instructors teaching each student were also listening.

"You're saying that, aren't you?

"Pity. Use your muscles, not your mouth. Not at all."

Pais and Instructor Batzien shrug each other's shoulders. It could be said that it was the common work of the instructors to haunt the heads of immature students.

If we're dealing with each other any more, there could be remorse. Before that happens, Pais advances as a referee.

"Well, I don't mind a tongue fight, but I'll start a mock fight. This battle, as communicated in advance, is a five-to-five team match. As a common case in action, we assume encounters between enemy opponents in places with a good view of each other. Starting at some distance from both sides, the sound of the bell starts to signal, but the weapon is to be used for training purposes. Protective equipment is as free as it is in action. Take care of the safety of both parties whenever possible and prohibit deliberate excessive attacks. At the same time, not a simulated sword for training, but to lay low on the ground clean after an attack that, if serious, would obviously be fatal. We will not tolerate ugly imitation."

If there are many versus many of them in a simulated battle, sometimes the people who do something secular come out. If it is a training wooden sword or a blade pulling sword, it is as good as bruising even if it is hit. Some people pretend to be dead where they hit them and do something soothing to sneak "back to life" and continue the attack. Zombie Attack, as the saying goes, declares to keep an eye on him as a referee.

"Now for the starting position"

Both teams, moving away.

Big, athletic place. Would there have been room for about fifty meters? To assume an unexpected encounter, it also seemed close range.

Kavan, and the bell rings. Things like bells, whistles, and drums are very familiar instruments to military personnel. Both factions heard sounds and their bodies moved reflexively.

"Uh-oh!!

Five members of the Batzien team shout out loud enough to tremble the atmosphere.

The act of deliberately removing a muscle limiter by letting your voice out of the bottom of your belly. It is the ambition of the battlefield, which is carried out as an animal threat.

The words that are uttered have no meaning. It makes sense to scream anyway.

Keep it that way, everyone sets up a shield.

This shield is the exact same thing used in the regular army of the Kingdom of God. A long rectangular iron shield. It is mass-produced as the basis for infantry equipment, but the difference with round shields is that it is suitable for collective operations.

Pack and arrange sideways to eliminate gaps and complete as a single defensive wall. It is spectacular because it runs out with its feet in alignment. With all the footprints, it was a way of running that should be called five or six legs.

"Ho."

It was Pais who accidentally raised his voice of amazement.

There was more control than he thought. Horizontal array of rows. It is fundamental in the fundamentals of infantry tactics in this world as well as in the Kingdom of God that shields and shoulders align, and raids as they are.

Fundamentals are fundamental, but therefore deep. A footing so aligned that you might have your feet bracketed against each other. Shields arranged without gaps. Besides, the man with the shield is a full plate with his whole body cemented in iron.

If this were the real battlefield, with thousands of spears lined up and 10,000 arrows flying, they would have been able to storm it. So much so that it is a completed assault.

"Here we are. Stand up."

Mortairn team against (?) also, according to the basics.

The opponent's attack is a lined assault with a shield on top of hardening with armor. Whether you put up a spear or shoot an arrow like this, it's decided to start over. Then there is one means of confrontation.

Shield as well and only storm as well.

"Shh, shh, shh, shh."

Four run, one delays.

"Hmm?"

The next time I raised my voice, it was instructor Batzien. But there's no surprise there like when Pais was.

All four of them run together and one feels delayed. At first glance, the form of a weak fallen student who couldn't align his feet with the people he was working out with.

Teacher Batzien and others even learned to be discouraged at first. But when I saw Pais flat on the side, I felt there was something.

Gatsun, and both groups collide.

Enough momentum to fantasize that the shields scattered sparks against each other. And the power comparison that begins.

From time to time, the sword stretches out of the gap of the shield, but that is what makes the walls of the shield with no gap between the two factions, so it is not easily torn. to each other.

As a result, like a rugby scrum, the two became wings pushing each other over the shield.

Extremely common, basic collision. They were both well trained just not to expose themselves to the glitch of being pushed here.

"Oh? Oh my God!!

Instructor Batzien was surprised because the push was antagonistic, even though there was a clear difference between four to five on the number.

It would be Avail to keep an eye out. An even bigger body than a member of the Batzien team who is bigger than a regular person. I feel like I am active for about two people on my own.

But the antagonism doesn't last long either. Again, there is no denying the number of people at a disadvantage, and the Girizilli and Mortairn teams began to be pushed.

But that's where instructor Fufu Batzien realizes the odd point.

"... why is that great muscle on the edge?

What the muscle instructor cared about was Avail's position. Normally, if you want to harness the potential power of your team, put it in the center. Because it makes more use of Avail's powers. Strong members at the centre, supported by others from the side. In that case, there is no such thing as pushing and losing when it drifts.

Why the hell?

"I guess you're going to set something up."

"I guess so. Well, what do we set up"

The teacher's doubts soon became apparent.

Digidelio, who had escaped the push of only one person, began to take an obvious detour.

"Now!!

The Mortairn team dropped once and for all under the decree, which presumably is the voice of Prohore. It is a retreat.

Naturally, push. Push. The Batzien team will try to move further. I tried. Just the feelings.

"Uh-oh."

"Gurubehu"

I don't know, uttering words that don't make sense, and the guys on the Batzien team fall brilliantly of things.

"Hmm? What is that?"

Instructor Batzien finds out what he's after.

Something is stretching from around the hips of the giant Avail. The stretched end is around the waist of the Digidelio.

"Is it a wire? Well, that's an interesting idea."

Pais broke through what the students had done.

It's like a sturdy wire, and I guess I let the other guys roll.

The Batzien team is in a hurry to wake up, but the more strings (wires) become tangled. It seems that if the guy next door pulls to remove the string, the guy next door will be tightened to the string.

Note that even Digidelio is flipped over by a pulled impact will be adorable.

We make it look like a collision between orthogonal methods and make good use of our characteristics. It can be described as a truly brilliant operation win.

"That's it!!

Instructor Batzien stops the game with a loud voice.

"Win or lose... don't you dare tell me. side by side with each other. Honor the good fight of both sides!!

The Batzien and Mortairn teams line up and shake hands with each other in such a way as to disapprove. Satisfied if you win, but dissatisfied if you lose. That would be natural, too. If you did it squarely and lost, it's still because you got caught up in a small piece of work that you don't know well and they said you'd lose at some point.

Watching as the Batzien team seems unwilling, Pais speaks as the instructor.

"We fought each other, to the best of our ability, I think it was a good game. Well done. But apparently there was something I wasn't convinced of. Before I give a commentary...... they all die on the battlefield for that, right?

Little students. All of a sudden, you're gonna die. Proclamation. Everyone tries to get themselves right and listen to Pais.

"First to our five. Evaluate what you fought for with all your intelligence. But you will have to reprimand the point where you were wrong about the original purpose. I thought you said this mock fight was an encounter. Preparing traps beforehand doesn't give us traps that can inhibit even our actions. When you encounter an unexpected battle on the actual battlefield, you can't possibly have full information about your opponent. What should I have done as an example in this case? I'll train you later, so don't think you can rest after this."

The winner, who didn't expect to be pissed off, is also discouraged by Pace's words.

"What happened to your reply?

"" Yes, instructor!!

"Great. The next five of you. You don't seem convinced that you lost...... on the battlefield, words like cowardice are just a loss to say. I just cursed the other guy, and if he dies, that's it. Assuming this was the real battlefield, you're dead. Is it good and captive? War is not sweet enough to just penetrate and win. The first thing you did wrong was insult them from the start. When you stand on the battlefield, the chronic mind that insults your opponent or the luxury of evaluating yourself more than you need is only a decisive gap. Instructor Batzien would have taught you to do your best at all times."

Five people praise Pais for pointing out that he was poked in the pain.

"In that regard, I think I have a tough re-education from Teacher Batzien, so I'll keep it around here from me. Is there anything from Instructor Batzien?

"Mm-hmm. My guys still don't have enough to work out. You need to build more muscles to build a good spirit. From now on, let's add a thousand rounds each morning. The five of you are just as instructor Mortairn said. It is good to add wisdom, but muscles are also important to harness wisdom. Work out more. More workouts. There's no end to training."

Five members of the Mortairn team nodded at instructor Batzien's teaching.

"Above, Dismissed"

Some excite me that I've learned more than I thought, while others depress me with impudence.

Pace caught one of the wild horses as everyone splattered apart.

He has a really good smile.

"So, what's the dividend?

"Like this"

A captive student made a number out of his fingers. What it means is about gambling dividends. I have to tell you what I was betting on, but it seems to be a big number inside.

"Hmm. That's more than I thought."

"As instructor Mortairn told me, because instructor Batzien's godson gave money financially. Like you told me," You think you're going to lose, "and I gave you every purse for the fun of it."

"Yeah, yeah. It should not be easy to ride a provocation. You'll study this, too. You made me have a good experience."

In the end, the result of the mock fight was one win for Pais.