Sweet Reincarnation

One day, some time after the simulation.

Even today, the cadets were encouraged to train.

Students who work for Mortairn instructors run early in the morning. The instructors themselves continued to build strength as a habit from a young age, and the students were running to imitate it.

"Ha-ha-ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha"

Repeat small, carved breaths, all students run.

However, only today there is a slightly higher number of footsteps.

"Teacher Mortairn, may I ask you a question"

"Yes, please."

Running, Luizo asks the leading pais. The youth's breathing had gotten a little rough, but it seems to come with strength to the extent that they can talk while running.

"Those people, what is it?

Those people, they were all called men. That, too, has a few gutty muscle men. Even in the cold temperatures of the early morning, he runs naked in his upper body, so it's not ugly. It's a running Greek sculpture. No, it's a running lewd display offense.

"You're a student deposited from Instructor Batzien."

Pais answers silly. That, without cutting your breath as you run.

This boy is actually an incomparable physical idiot of his generation. Heterogeneity during the heresy, where other children started walking all the time, learning strength training on their own, swinging swords where they spoke out, and gaining real-life experience where they were seven. If you train scientifically, with adult patience, at the height of your strength, it is up to you to do so.

Most people are confused by this look because they only look like girls.

"No, I know that, but you want to know why we're training together."

He couldn't seem to ignore it, even though people other than Luizo said they had ignored it beautifully. Maybe what you want to know about horses and good, geeky temperament is the personality you were born with.

"It's instructor Batzien's policy, isn't it? All I want to learn is to take the initiative and steal. If you don't mind, I gave you permission."

"Yep..."

The story goes back to the day after the simulation.

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"Mortairn Instructor"

"Yes? What is it, Instructor Batzien?"

"Fold in and do me a favor"

Again, Pais felt.

It was a sudden story for the sake of mock warfare, and this time it was sudden that I didn't hear anything in advance. Apparently, Instructor Batzien herself is the same military family valet as herself, respects the Martial Medal Sure Mortaire family, and thinks like in her own body. Shiites, the chief squire, whose family is the same for the Mortairn family, also received a daughter-in-law from the Batzien main house, and the earliest relatives are the same. muscular theory.

Muscularly for internal handling, it seems that the theory is that you should ask in advance, contact each other, and then adjust your appointments to meet each other.

But as a Mortairn family that weighs rationality over the bloody heat and bitterness, you'd just like to say that you don't keep company on your own. In other words, it is Pace's theory that at least one of the cookies should be baked after it is ready.

They're both weird.

"What is a favor?"

"In the meantime, I want you to give me a tour of the five men who played mock warfare for a while"

Instructor Batzien puts his hand on Pais' shoulder. I also feel that the expression beating is more correct than putting it down, but the physique difference with Pais makes it so.

Instructor Batzien's request is nothing unusual. Teachers also have areas of expertise and inadequacies, so it was not uncommon to give students in charge a tour or a lecture if they had teachers who needed them and could teach them better than they did.

"Tour?"

"Mm-hmm. Actually, I'm just rebuilding their muscles..."

"Is there something wrong?

"I'm not convinced I lost to your students. Of course, I don't have it in my mouth, but I'm obviously aware of it, and my muscles tend a lot. Disgruntled or stressed, it's like they're building up something like that."

In the Kingdom of God, where medieval ideas of male inferiority and inferiority prevail, military men are considered men's work. Naturally, the cadet school that raises military personnel is full of men. Among them, Frieda, one of the few women and even more understanding of the ideas of the Batzien sect, was so popular that the muscle men fitted together.

I showed her the good things, and I thought, "Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no." It is natural to leave out the rationale and not be emotionally convinced at all.

"Well... shall I deal with them next?

If you're not convinced, Pais suggests I convince you to show it.

But the students also have their pride. He is an adolescent young man who has worked out his manhood, his success and his strength as his best. If you lose to women and even more to children on top of that, their spirit can be a mess. Yes, instructor Batzien is afraid.

Of course, Pais' strength is acknowledged. But instructor Batzien thought it was also the job of the instructor to care for the naïve mind of adolescence.

Therefore, I propose.

"No, you can't let your hands bother you that much. In the first place, it's a femininity that you can't even put on the knight's wind, such as being uncomfortable with losing. I'm going to do a thorough re-workout of this kind of weakness... but I thought I'd try and change the way I work out anyway."

"Change the way you work out?

"To put it plainly, it's muscle. That's like a giant chest muscle. Even if you work out the same place in the same way, the muscles you can build will also be skewed, and not beautiful. Is that easy to understand?

Where is easy to understand? Pais had no idea, but somehow I knew what I was trying to say.

Even a delicious cake is boring if it's the same every day. Sometimes eating a different sweet is something that also stands out for its deliciousness.

There's something wrong with both thought circuits.

"Sometimes by building different muscles, the muscles all over the body can be balanced. If you think about it, it will be a good experience to show other human workouts once in a while."

"Ho."

"But for some reason, the other instructors looked reluctant..."

Besides, Pais nods in his heart.

What world is there to rejoice in that more people are overflowing with muscle? In particular, eye-catching cousins such as the current mainstream on campus, including the principal, and the remnants of the old forces tend to scorn the military-faction system's pragmatism as not accompanied by theory and much waste. In fact, some of those who are called practitioners speak as if they were general theories, even superstitious or occult. For example, it only comes when you don't want it to rain, and so on. It seems wrong from a rationalist's point of view, and the practitioner speaks as a fact from his experience of practice.

Even more fleshy people among such practitioners are shunned from theoretical or balance-oriented people. Regardless, I like Pace and I don't want to get close.

For some reason, they tend to like it.

"Really? I'm sure the other instructors are busy."

"It seems so. So I want you to take on some of them. Nothing, I'm not asking you to give me guidance. Their instruction will be well done here. As part of that coaching process, I'm asking you to let me go through your training for a while."

As for Pais, I don't know what "so" is, but if it doesn't annoy Pais' hand, I wasn't going to say no.

Some teachers want to keep their educational content and methods as secret as possible. The type that is common to people who want birth and fame, but think of other instructors as good and good enemies, enemies who steal knowledge if they do poorly. Knowledge has the idea of wealth, and he hates it when it's thieves who try to get it for nothing.

As for Pais, he is not interested in birth or fame, so if you want to see it, go ahead.

"... is it like letting an archery of swordsmanship be an archery?

"Yes, that's it. The boulder is instructor Mortairn. It's the same as a tight muscle, and it wraps up a tight answer."

"Ha... were you praised? Anyway, if you're on your own and just watching without interrupting, I'm not going to push you back."

Is tight muscle a compliment? I just thought it probably would be, but I understand what you're trying to say, and Pais snorts at the demands.

"That doesn't matter. I was watching the mock fight earlier and I know those students had some good muscles inside. Daily workouts are the only way to make beautiful moves. I'm sure our students have something to gain."

"... right. It'll be exciting for our guys, too. There's a word for winning and tightening your helmet, and it's going to make sense to let you go through the position of being chased from your back."

"It's settled. Then I asked for it!!

Instructor Batzien decides to pose for some reason, emphasizes his muscles, and then leaves. If you're going to greet people after doing them every favor, you won't need a double viceps to accentuate your biceps, Pais pointed out. In my heart.

Pais, asexually, wanted to cage in the kitchen and make sweets.

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"I mean."

"Ha..."

"Which means I'll be with them for a while from today"

"Wow."

It was Luizo who raised an unpleasant voice, but apparently he felt the same way, and the other faces looked up. Is it salvation that the muscles running behind didn't see it?

At the end of the morning run, align once in the training area. This is the beginning of student instruction for the Mortairn family.

"Shall we do some swordsmanship archery before breakfast, then?"

"" Yes!!

By light, Pais means until someone falls exhausted.

I don't care what you think, it's wild. This is the way Pais taught me to do things from casserole, so this is normal from Pais.

Public ignorance is something that can be done from parents who are out of common sense.

About the two of us, where our breath has fallen constantly, the light morning practice before breakfast is over. Pace urges you to go to the dorm cafeteria.

"It's breakfast. Let's all eat well. People who make their diet crude, I'll slap them right back on their sexual roots, so be careful. Stay in your usual room after dinner. Today I will lecture you on strategic theory. If anyone is not seated before the bell rings, they will be feathers standing up until they fall under joint responsibility, so make sure they are all in place."

"" Yes!!

The people who were sleeping also jump up and salute.

"Instructor, what about them?

"I am allowed to listen. It doesn't matter to me if they're not around, and I don't count them in numbers. However, if you want to sleep during the lecture, I'll knock it out. If you don't want to be [transcribed] with embarrassing graffiti on your face, sleeping is about going back to the dorm."

The tourists who heard Pais's words corrected their residence. It's called magic, and I freaked out.

Wizards, said to be one in 10,000, tend to be kept secret. But when it comes to situations where it is used, it has an incredible effect. Students who have never seen magic are more scared than they need to be.

After the students forced a hell of a lot of unsavory food into their stomachs and finished breakfast. Everyone sat in the lecture room beside the instructor's office.

"Well, you're all set"

"" Yes, instructor!!

"Fine. Let's talk about strategic theory today"

Pais looks over at the student who sits down and listens to the lecture.

Compared to a time, they also started listening to lectures seriously. Furthermore, unlike usual customers, they are visibly unmotivated.

"What do you guys think is the best way to win a war?

Prowl raises his hand to Pais's question.

"With less force, I learned to fight to defeat more,"

"Well, who is it from?

"I'm instructor Randian."

"I see, that's an interesting opinion. I guess that's how I've been taught to be a Randian instructor in the past... but I disagree"

"Huh?"

The education of a group of Randian instructors, backed by experience and reflection. This in itself is not to be denied otherwise. In certain assumptions, it establishes what can undoubtedly be called truth.

Best to defeat more with less force. If this is "absolutely winnable under any conditions," you're right. Whether there are more soldiers or fewer, if winning or losing depends on the commander, it is better to spend less and consume less resources. Polarity, if you can destroy all enemies by yourself, it's the best. A theory that cannot be totally denied by a human being who embodies it, but only in a world where he is alone. But it goes without saying that ideals and realities tend to diverge often.

Practical instructors call theoretical instructors the fallen of reason for a good reason.

But Pais is learning more about history and the knowledge of his ancestors than he learns about experience.

"The best way to win is to win without fighting. This is the best. It's not ideal to control small and large often, and it may be a good idea, but is it something like up there or down there? Winning without fighting is best. Fighting and winning is the next best thing to do."

"Win without fighting, what does that mean"

Now Frieda raised her hand.

She has a spiritual structure that belongs to the practitioners, but she's not stupid. I prefer force pushing, and the idea is that if you have an overwhelming power than doing difficult smallwork, that's fine, but you don't give up thinking.

That's why I couldn't understand what Pace meant and asked.

"Good question. Winning without fighting comes from the idea that fighting is only one means of achieving an end, and that if you can achieve an end, you don't even need to fight. Suppose, for example, that this one was about 100,000, and that was also sharp. Less than a few hundred opponents. The best thing in this case is to win without fighting. For example, they surrender their opponents."

"So winning without fighting means surrendering?

"A little different. Surrendering is only one of a few means. The purpose is to conserve your power."

"Warpower preservation?

Pais's words are not directed at the tactical commander on the battlefield. One way or another, it's the kind of perspective a senior commander would have, moving the scene.

But Pace thought he couldn't be a good commander without it. If we only bind ourselves to tactical theory without a big picture view, we are born with nothing more than a graveyard maker who wants to win anything anyway or who creates a predicament by confining himself to only one phase of the battlefield.

"Waste consumption is an abomination when we see war in economic and human terms. We should waste national expenses, destroy human resources to the detriment of others (mischief), and abandon human lives, but we should abandon our businesses. Different?

"I think that's true"

"Then it is best that war ends are achieved without compromising lives, without losing any human resources, without spending any money. You can surrender, or you can run away on your own. This one doesn't lose anything and the best way to get all of them. A war like the divine one where you actually fight and this one is harmless in any way, and your opponent's unconditional total surrender, is the same result you get. The destination of the perspective that damage should be minimized is winning without fighting."

"I see."

This is it. Frieda and the like, I think every time I hear these stories. Does it mean the feeling of a corn falling from your eyes? It's not just the idea of kicking the enemy in front of you, it's the idea of going further on top of it. This is the commander's gaze, she understood.

And the same sentiment, much smaller, is felt by everyone who listens.

"War is only part of diplomacy. It's a means. It's on the extension line of the discussion. If the purpose is accomplished without use, that is the best."

"So what do we work out for? If it's better not to use it, does it make sense to work out?

Best not to use it. When they say that, I wonder why it exists. It's better not to be used by military personnel. It's unnecessary, I don't feel good to be told. Even though I know the reason, I also remember one of the grievances. That's what Avail thought.

However, Pais said that not using it and not needing it meant something different.

"Because that's the shortcut to winning without fighting. It's our job to make our opponents think" you can never win a fight ”. Deterrence is based on the premise that it is used. There's someone involved in the tavern, and I want them to grow up. The best way to grow up is just to threaten this one. I win without fighting. I don't mind beating him up and making him grow up, but if he gets violent, some things can break, and this one could get hurt. I can't say it's above. But even if you threaten me, you don't look threatened like me, for example. If you look like the people behind you, who are working out and bent, you might just get up and grow up. If you have stronger powers, your opponent feels more threatened. Ahead, it follows the result of winning without fighting. So I say work out."

"I see."

"Win without fighting. It's easy to say, but it's not easy. After all, sometimes people bump into each other more than they are people. I guess it's my job to teach you how to do that."

Avail also felt a corn fall out of her eyes.

How many scales have already fallen? There is no other way to realise how obscure I was in the three years leading up to being taught by Mortairn instructors.

Now if you're just a mouthful of theorists, you'll be criticized, but boy instructors already boast a medal of martial arts experience that everyone acknowledges. I even regret why I couldn't have been taught earlier.

And that seems to have been the same for the muscles I was touring behind.

Shortly after the lecture.

The people who were visiting behind closed doors surrounded the five to be taught by Instructor Mortairn.

"Hey."

"Am I?"

Pro holes surrounded by tough faces.

Wow, a fight or something, and the people I was surrounding bowed their heads.

"Well, I'm sorry."

And it shall be Kyoton, who hath his head bowed.

I have a lot on my mind to ask for an apology, but I didn't even think I would honestly apologize.

"What?

"I noticed you guys were pretty awesome. Apologize for your attitude so far. Sorry."

"... right"

Nothing. We weren't great, but Prohor received an apology as it was.

"We're going to do our best. Let's work together for the graduation exam"

"Oh."

Better military apprentices than former ones. The same enemy (Pais) gave me painful eyes, and my compatriots realized their impudence and pity from the bottom of their hearts. In that case, it is like a light twist, such as the disrespect of the past.

Beautifully refreshed washed away the remnants of the past and held each other's hands in a clear mood.

Now we forget each other, the problems of the past. Shit.

The only thing I thought of was Pro Hol, apparently.

"This is a sign of apology. Plenty to look at. Mmm."

"Hey you guys are really willing to apologize!!

"Of course. Swear on this muscle!!

Five tough men took off their jackets and posed. Mucky uplifting biceps. Pickling large chest muscle. Wide spine that becomes firm and rocky.

It is a truly beautiful muscle, but only some people in the extreme apologize for this.

"Bye, don't stop by. Don't move your chest muscles!!

Teacher Batzien's students and the students at Pace's place repair their friendships and drill each other. Wonderful sight.

And then someone sneaked up on him.

"The principals' hectic secrets and the proximity of the heavy towns of the military family valves... if we keep this up, will we be the ones to isolate..."

It's the instructor, Deotto-Landian. Belonging to the internal affairs valves and to the old mainstream, he happened to be stealing and listening to Payce's lectures.

Actually, it's not, but Pais's position as a teacher promoted in the headmaster's liver. The content of the lecture you may deny what you have taught so far. How the military valves are tightening their alliance with each other.

All of this can be seen in something that could threaten your position. Factionally opposed to the current principal, he trampled on the same way of teaching from his predecessors, and the military valves were friends of the dog monkeys.

Rumor has it that those who are supposed to be inferior students have played a role in what would be good if the students to whom they belong were now incompetent.

"Awkward. If I don't manage to get in their way, my face will..."

Deotto looked pale alone.