Sweet Reincarnation

"Go and salute His Majesty!!

By the woods near Wangdu. Nearly two hundred students and more than fifty faculty members take the most salutary attitude at the same time. At the end of the line of sight was the royal castle, considered the most noble place in the country. It is only natural for a boarding officer school student to salute His Majesty the King in the direction he thinks he is. This school is for the military education of noble children, because nobility is a subordinate who serves the royal family. Disrespect is the worst and the death penalty.

Of course, none of the cadets who are slapped into discipline dare to commit disrespect. Whatever the inner mind, on the surface it is a truly exemplary subordinate attitude.

Today, a major event for boarding officers schools. With the exams for graduation, the atmosphere in the field is already hot. So much so that the water seems to boil just because of the heat. One of the salutes also seemed to have its fever conducted, and there was a certain sense of speciality, even something like a liturgy that would normally never have happened.

Everyone is getting more excited and nervous.

Fix from salute and stand in the shape of faculty and students facing each other.

With the teachers lining up behind their backs in the woods, there's only one student mixed up in the wrong line, but this would be trivial. Needless to say who it is about.

"Gentlemen, this day is finally here."

Principal's, my voice sounds.

Even though diplomacy was a specialty, the principal was only a soldier. Loud voices coming out of the bottom of the belly can be heard by all the students gathered.

"We will now take graduation exams for the current year. This exam is a test of your daily learning and drilling achievements, and at the same time it measures your abilities. Do your best and come to the exam with your whole body and spirit. Details of the exam will be explained later by the Deputy Principal. In the first place, if you ask me what the soldiers are..."

The long principals' greetings, in a nutshell, were "good luck" and concluded with no difficulty. At all times, great men are able to make sure that the length of time they greet is proportional to the strength of power.

If anyone says the same greeting, I think it would be enough if I put it on a piece of paper that says "Fight." There's a reason Pais thought that.

This graduation exam, other teachers are serious because of their departure, evaluation, birth, and fame, but there are circumstances where if you take it to him, he will just be bored and detained for three days.

Pais has no interest in what other instructors crave. Even if it is said to be born, the future has the goal of succeeding and enriching Mortairn territory, and even if it is said to be famous, it has already gained a reputation that is not commensurate with that of a 10-year-old. I didn't originally want to be a teacher when I was told it was an evaluation, and I didn't have any anxiety about getting along with the principal even if it was a departure.

They pushed inferior students and extra students than they used to, so even if you don't get good grades here, it doesn't tie in with Payce's assessment.

If you can refine your grades more than half of the time, you'll have a good look at Pace. And the students in charge were growing to such an extent that it seemed the earliest certain.

I mean, it's a confirmed null of a win.

While I cave the raw yawn, I now hear the deputy principal explain.

"After half a bell, you will be separated from your squad and asked to march to a designated location while receiving a call at each inspection point (checkpoint). I think each member of the team has applied to each instructor beforehand, but if there are teams with fewer than four members of the team for reasons such as ill health right now, please make an offer. As a remedy, junior classmates may be added. External cooperation from non-crew members is not permitted. Every year, some wrongdoers leave school dishonorably, so that never happens."

Long, rule descriptions follow.

Essentially, the marching exercises should go through all the checkpoints in sequence only with the force of the crew, reaching the goal point. In practice, there are many practical examples of actions in the smallest military units in reconnaissance, scattering tactics, etc., divided into squads because that is the smallest military unit in the Kingdom of God.

In practice, it is not uncommon for a wide range of enemies to be identified only at the rendezvous point. Bulk and defeat each platoon and join them at the designated location to scrutinize the information. A relatively safe place would be a common course of action. This exam mimics that.

There are also a few examples of poor forest-like prospects that are dispersed and marched in small numbers.

In other words, just because there are no clear enemies, it is an unlimited military operation close to actual combat, and so a correspondingly harsh journey is expected. It could be said that the principal has only been prepared in a livery and is excellent inside to gauge the student's ability as a soldier.

Incidentally, although it is something kept secret from students, leading sponsors, including the Royal Family, mobilize wizards and others to combat fraud in their annual graduation exams.

In this case, the wizard known as the 'Bug Man' is responsible for fraud prevention and surveillance from the royal family. This can hide the bellyful thoughts of measuring students' abilities while at the same time allowing the royal family to gather more advantageous information about enclosing talent.

Also, one of the other school officials (not a teacher) uses effective magic to combat fraud. This is supposed to be an open secret, and we don't know what magic it is except for the principal and vice principal and secretary. Two names, by the way, are 'eavesdropping'. It's not a secret or anything, but it's a secret for once.

The instructors have work to do, too.

Skilled instructors and staff work at checkpoints in the woods, monitoring missions at each critical point, or looking around. They are also active as military personnel, so three days means military. Surveillance for irregularities, unforeseen accidents, etc. is not known to students. The point is that teachers who are good at covert reconnaissance are assigned to this, but if the student finds it, they will be eligible for additional points.

Each squad shall also be accompanied by two persons from the Central Army.

This was also to report in detail the behavior of students and score points, and to escort noble people, noble children, to avoid accidents in case. Of course, the escort does not speak or help at all. The only way to get your hands on it is when the rest of the crisis is imminent, and if you get your hands on it, naturally all the attendant crew members will be treated as retailers. Basically, we treat them as if they weren't there.

By the way, Pais is a new instructor, so it's supposed to be a three-day reserve for times of need. Blah, blah, blah. Stand by for duty. Unless it doesn't mean that all of a sudden enemy forces are attacking us and we have to rush the students away, etc., we'll be free.

Pais was blurry inside saying it was a boring job, not even leaving the field.

"All right, everyone, let's go!!

The students begin to move indescribably in response to the decree. There are various movements, each with its own personality. Something that runs with only minimal baggage on its back. who run to those who are horse connections. Those who gather face to face at the Ops meeting. It is a varied thing.

Among them, the five Pastry godchildren made an interesting move.

Prowl, give me your stuff.

They have prepared four horses.

It also takes a lot of technique to manipulate horses in the woods, usually on foot for everyone, and horses for everyone.

There are five of them, but four horses. Unique inside.

"... sorry"

"It's not about apologizing. I've only got three days, so I don't have time to shy away."

This graduation exam is a marching exercise. In the Kingdom of God, where nobility is required to be knights without exception, horses are imperative when it comes to marching. Because you call a warrior who rides and fights a horse a knight.

This time, most students rode horses to the exam. Though the woods are maintained, they are usually used for royal hunting games, because of the decision that they are quite spacious among the trees and sufficient for the horses to pass by. Ride a horse, as a natural choice as a nobleman.

But when it comes to all students riding, it's not.

As a general rule, noble children are treated in an official setting in accordance with their parents' first and lower-level status, but their parents are knights of the lowest nobility, or there are also people of the subordinate class. In this case, the children are treated as non-aristocrats and should not be imitated to look down at the great people on horseback.

Especially the squire class, it is normal that they are not allowed to ride except in the event of an incident. Even if they say you can ride, it's common sense not to ride.

It is sad news that Pais' godson Prohor was one of them.

In the end Prohor's luggage would let other students ride their horses and he himself would travel on foot. Whoever sees it is at a disadvantage. The only salvation would be that the test venue is a forest and it is unlikely to be able to imitate like running through with a horse. Horses are also taken off their feet, such as where the leaves have been deposited. Thoughtless students and others were running their horses at full speed and all, but these students would soon crush their horses and be eligible for reduction.

Despite the time limit of three days, we can't rush a horse anyway. Team members care about the prowl when there is no need to rush.

"Well, shall we..."

Often delayed by other squads.

Get ready, everyone leaves. The fact that we have not failed to be vigilant around us is a good impression inside.

It wasn't until some time after the prowlers went into the woods.

The first gates come.

"River."

"Okay, so far it's just like the map...... this"

"Oh. The bridge's broken."

It was the river that showed up. There are signs that the bridge would have been crossed, but there is no bridge that should have been.

If you want to proceed towards a designated checkpoint, do you want to bypass or jump over here? There is also a good river width. The flow seems steep there, and it may be a little hard for humans to jump over or swim across.

"Can a horse jump over it?

"There's nothing you won't be able to do, but it's remarkable. Besides, Pro Hole doesn't have a horse, does he? You swim?

"Is that tough too?"

"If you go on the river, there must be a thin spot of river width. Or go under the river and look for the gentle shallow waters of the stream."

This time, the leader of the squad made up of Pais' godchildren is Prohore.

The person declined several times, but that naturally happened with the agreement of the other four.

He wonders what he should do with the status quo as a leader.

A detour on the river, a detour under the river, both long and short, troubling. There are also time constraints, so it's hard to lose a lot of time from the start.

"... a pain in the ass. Prowl, you, just be luggage now."

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Luizo pulled Prohor up to his own beloved horse.

"Oh, hey!!

"Don't move, luggage. If you break out, you'll fall into the water!!

"Hiaaah!!

What Luizo did was a jump by a horse for two.

Luizo's equestrianism, which weighs in for two and shows him jumping over the river on top of it, would be something like the eye-catching geek of equestrianism. Even though it's usually hard to jump over, I'll even hold the extra “luggage”. considerable skill.

Excess good horses, masterful equestrianism and an unwillingly small pro-hole physique. Luizo, who flew out of his mind, is awesome too, but it would be a horse to praise.

"Hey, you okay?

"Ah, oh. I just want you to tell me in advance next time."

"Talk to your luggage, you freak, right?

"You don't have to talk to me, it's weird from the beginning."

Probably because I was watching Luizo jump. Other faces jump one after the other.

Horses, cowardly animals, prefer flocks. Therefore, the hurdle of what follows is considerably lowered if one head is dismissed. Conversely, it also means that if the first one is at all frightened, at that point the other horses will also be stuck on their feet. Luizo, who took the lead and flew magnificently to show it, and the role played by his beloved horse is truly great.

Only Avail could not fly the horse in our stature, though it was dangerous that it was about to be flushed into the river.

"If the others find you, you'll be annoyed."

Speaking of what, it's about putting people on horses who aren't nobles either. If you're a loud person, you're also set to complain about one of them.

"Could it be subtracted?

"What's wrong with that? For emergencies, don't confine yourself to common sense or tenacity. Instructor Mortairn taught me. In response to the sudden event that the bridge was missing, there may have been some frowning behavior in" carrying luggage, "but he wasted time without doing so and decided it was more dangerous to deviate from the original scheduled route. How about this? Isn't that perfect as an excuse?

"Right. If it's an emergency, there's no choice."

"Yes, yes."

Whether it's bad wisdom or reason, excuses are the growth of students who have become more sluggish. It goes without saying whose influence it is.

Evolution is not necessarily just the desired direction.

"Then put the prowl down for him. Emergency is over, isn't it?

"Ok"

Students who continue a conversation without other love.

However, the prowl at the time of the baggage handling began to scrutinize the signs that the bridge would have collapsed. Another action with four people trying to hurry because they don't have time.

Aside from what you're doing, doing that just opens up between you and the other four.

"Hey, I'm leaving you"

To a word of a classmate, a pro-hole running out in a hurry. We have a long way to go, but we still have to go.

Proceed as mapped, first checkpoint. If you look at the leaking day, it can be said that the day is still high. It takes a little longer than originally expected, but it will be going well itself.

"Is this the first place?

"Yes."

An old instructor at the checkpoint asked the prowlers.

Each student is assigned a checkpoint, but not all of them are on the exact same route. Because there are checkpoints that you don't have to go through, or the order in which you go through them is different.

By the way, all the squads who pass through checkpoints that don't have to go through or go through in different order are reduced points. This is because they don't try to make it easier for other students to follow them, or make them go to familiar instructors for convenience, etc.

Go through the first checkpoint, first. Once this confirmation is complete, move toward the next checkpoint. Sometimes it's camping, so I want to get to where I can go.

"You're pretty good. Be careful."

"Yes."

The first checkpoint passed without particular problems.

Rather than that, the checks themselves are only to prevent fraud and ensure safety, so even if there are problems, they are troublesome.

Now the next one, the rushing but cautious student.

If you go through the specified route, you should be able to pass the next checkpoint by the end of the day as well.

But is it also called an exam that won't be so easy?

"Why are these trees on the road..."

Eventually, he discovered that part of the forest road was blocked by large trees.

A tree thicker than a man's torso is blocking the way. The side of the woodland road is a fairly dull slope, and the grass was quite lush. If you want to take a horse and go through something other than a forest road, you'll have to turn this around again.

"Can you cross the top with a horse?

"The branches are in the way. Sweeping is good, but some are pretty thick, and the sword is going to spill a blade."

Gudagda, it doesn't start when I say it. If we don't do something about it, we'll all come up with wisdom.

In the meantime, one word spills pollo.

"Nothing would have to fall down the tree here"

"also, if you had fallen a little further, you could have gone through normally"

To spilled Digidelio's words, it was Prohor and Frieda who moved.

In this squad there are two good people.

"Hey, this"

"Oh. That's what I'm talking about."

Two people to check the roots of the knocked down tree.

The other three ask what happened.

"A tree is clearly being knocked down at the hands of a man"

There's traces of an axe.

"Does that mean this is among the exams?

If there is any artificial interference during the study, it should be considered as part of the study.

It's natural to think so, but only Prohor seems oddly serious.

"... I hope so"

Whether it's artificial or not, it doesn't make any difference that Ogi can't get in the way and get through the forest road.

"So I figured we'd take a detour?

There shouldn't be so much time to lose, even if we detour. All I'm saying is one tree.

It's natural for that kind of opinion to come out, but Prohor shakes his neck sideways.

"I don't know, I feel bad. I have a feeling there might be more tricks if I try to detour."

Everyone is surprised by the opinion of the leader.

"What?"

"On what grounds?

Prohor speaks of the basis of his intuition.

It was uncomfortable to see a broken bridge in the first place. Even for the test, I wonder what you want to measure by breaking the bridge. Though it seemed good because it was crossed by horses, assuming it was a detour, it could get in the way of other students' routes. Besides, it would be too big a decision to leave it to the discretion of the students, such as whether to detour up or down the river. Anyway, if you had prepared a bridge that fell as the first gateway, then the exam would have prepared two patterns so that it would be okay on or under the river. Isn't it weird because one of them will be in vain?

Besides, there were traces of brand new repairs on the pillars of the bridge. Will you fix the bridge that you drop on purpose?

This time, Oki feels very uncomfortable. I was wondering what you were going to try, as the tree was rolling here. There is a glimpse of what was dropping the bridge and good, what was blocking the road with trees and good, anyway, the intention to waste time. Could it be an exam to try the same thing over and over again? No, then a student who realizes intent at the first barrier becomes a later barrier free pass and makes no sense for the exam.

In the teaching of instructors Mortairn, minor discomfort should be taken care of. It is the teaching that any major event is truly trivial in triggering discovery.

"I know what you're trying to say. We have to do something about this tree, as it's good to respect the leader's opinion. After all, pay the branches ready for a blade spill, jump over? Prowl, pack up again."

"Yeah."

A sober-minded Frieda pulled out of her sheath to let her take over the sword, and there was a man who stopped pulling out the sword all the time.

"Whoa, isn't this your turn? Don't ask for my horse's reins."

It was the giant Avail who advanced.

Put your hands under the fallen tree, drop your hips, and join forces with loud screams.

"Guaaaaa!!

And then a suspicious sight appears.

"You're lying, man."

"Quick!! Go through!!"

Abail lifted up and showed the tree that seemed to need a ton of units if he was bad. How much power does it have to lift a horse enough to dive underneath? It is a hell of a move that I don't think is human.

Everyone rushed under the tree, and Abeil bared his breath, even haha.

"That's amazing... are you sure you're human?

"I have a knack for moving it. I've learned to say this principle in Mortairn instructors."

"Whatever it takes... let's get ahead of ourselves"

When the leaking day in the woods leaned obliquely, the crew began to prepare the camp for the tide. This decision is correct. The sense of time is prone to madness in the woods, especially in the evening. If you are alarmed because the sun is still out, it will be dark as soon as the sun goes down. As suddenly as I wondered if it was a light switch as well.

In time, from day to night, every few minutes, it's in the woods that changes at once. Conversely, there are cases where if you thought it was night in the woods, it was still bright when you got out of the woods, etc. Loss of sense of time is one of the precautions to take in forest marches.

Whether you can properly prepare for this camp is actually a major grading item for this graduation exam. Humans accustomed to dormitory life on a daily basis can often be confused in actual camping.

Is it a common failure, for example, when only wet firewood has fallen and the fire cannot be set ablaze? In hard-to-reach forests, even the humidity is high. Once it rains, it keeps water for days. That's why forests are precious as a source of water, but when it comes to searching for firewood, it becomes difficult. What is falling on the ground or falling trees may almost certainly be considered damp. There is no lighter, so how far can the fire be set ablaze with firestone?

In that regard, Pais' godchildren had nothing wrong and were ready.

It's night and we start camping.

There is no hassle in training the camp because everyone has done enough.

Soon a tent will be set up and a fire will be set on fire. Unlike modern campsites, burning on direct fire does not make you angry.

"Well, let's eat."

"What about preserved food?

"I had it prepared in advance"

Easy meals.

Dried meat and stiffened and cooked biscuits with grain powder. Dry fruit. All sturdy and without any water and gas. I'm thirsty and I can't help it.

But given the smell of the dorm rice, it's strange because it seems like a treat.

"Well, that's a lookout."

"I've got a water clock for you"

"All right, then, as usual. Good night."

"Ooh."

It is not the first camp, so it is divided without setting the order of watch. Rotate watch and rest as usual. At first, I went to bed breaking up with two and three of us. The two are more watchful, and the three are better off to bed. Replace each person at the appropriate time. If the five of us take turns, we'll get a good night's sleep. Normally, there is nothing wrong with this.

But only today, it was different on its own.

For a while after the three of them go to bed, things happen that I didn't expect.

"Gu... I have abdominal pain"

Suddenly abdominal pain strikes.

Someone is not alone. Everyone complained of pain as if they were all here.

This is not normal, no matter what.

"Gu... why not?"

Luizo and Avail are the two people who hold their bellies and nod. Others remember the pain, but these two are especially bad.

Physical fitness control is important in long-term marches. The squad members who were teaching Pais hygiene and per-food mechanisms don't forget to boil the water, and the food is heated and eaten.

Symptoms of collective food poisoning, after thorough modern hygiene management guided by Pais. That's why everyone noticed the anomaly. If this was another squad, everyone would be treated as retarded around dumb meals.

"Here, take this, take this, drink this."

But there was a Savior in this squad. Digidelio.

I'm weak every day, and my body is thin. Knowledge of pharmacy and herbs, however, can be said to be the handle of Digidelio. I've had plant drawings as a friend since I was a little girl, and only my knowledge is doubled. On top of that, he had also received a little bit of the whimsy of modern medicine from Pais.

Immediately identify the cause of abdominal pain, from the weeds growing there, find the herb and fry it into medicine.

"This... is that the antidote?

"Mm-hmm. Even Frieda can use it, but, hey, maybe women should take less doses."

Frieda is a woman. Even if you have abdominal pain, it is difficult to get help around there. Because the moment of being alone in the woods at night is extremely dangerous.

I can't even tell you that I want the guys to watch me try to get rid of my menstrual phenomenon. I've abandoned my shame as a lady since I started as a soldier, but I'm sorry to be monitored for any excesses. There's no way I can get rid of my shame that far.

I cry for gratitude, such as saving my current suffering, immediate medication, etc.

After a while, the abdominal pain also manages to subside. I'm happy in a way that the medication worked.

But it was also very scary on one side.

"... no matter how much, that's weird. You mean this was mixed with something in the meal, right?

"Oh. Apparently, we're being obstructed by someone. Isn't somebody buying a grudge?

"There may be resentments against us, but what's the line that teacher Mortairn is being resented?

"I was a cadet that year. It's more like buying jealousy than resentment."

Give me this far and we'll all notice.

To the extent that the bridge was falling or the trees blocking the forest road, I still thought it might be an exam by the instructors. But if they were to have been mixed up in something with the meal they were supposed to have prepared, this can't be an exam for the instructor anymore.

"What do we do?

Everyone, wake up and gather around the fire.

"It's hard to keep going."

"If you do it normally, it's still hard, if there's anyone in the way"

"Do you have any idea who did this?

"There is too much. There are so many people who want to pull their legs off."

The prowlers were originally called fallen. It is known with dismay that it has grown rapidly, to the point of overwhelming the others. Nowadays, it is rumored that even graduation seats are not difficult to gain the upper hand.

Graduation exam seating is what will shape the rest of your life for many students. Those who were called honorary students cannot give all this away.

When the people who were obviously looking down cross the existing upper ranks. It is a sense of impatience to be born to those who ever thought they were at the top. In a hurry.

Even though he says he's been fighting for four years over a limited chair, he's about to be lowered at the end. Then, one or two of the jamming, it could be a bluff. It's not weird if you do. A man in a hurry and stuck in his feathers would be no wonder what he did.

Besides, our own instructor is a mortairn instructor with many enemies.

He is young enough to call himself a child, yet he lays many martial arts medals. A genealogy of particularly famous ingredients in the country. Newcomer instructor. educational content that could negate innovative and existing education.

Which very resentful, jealous bargain sale. I don't need to be told to make enemies, so much so that I can sprang up and come out.

In other words, it could be said that the identification of the obstructors was impossible for the prowlers.

"This is not going to pass."

It is an exam for graduation. If you fail the exam, the retention year will be determined automatically. No, if it's a house of honor, there can even be expulsion.

Especially if the civilians are going to stay for years, they are going to be expelled immediately. At any rate, because he is excellent, he is able to attend the school to which the aristocrats are supposed to go. If the poor grades have come to light in anyone's eyes, there's no reason to let them go through.

"... Let's Ignore Forest Road"

The odd thing to mention was the pro-hole.

"Are you insane? There are beasts in the woods, aren't there? It's suicide."

The opinion of horse geeks is that the vast majority of humans nod.

This is only an exam. To some extent, student safety is secured. But when it comes down the forest road in the dark, the real danger strikes, not at the test. Hazards in this case are not semi-pervasive hazards.

"Keep going, detour, just dance on the obstructor's palm as long as you're on the forest road. We have to do something, override the jammer's expectations. Soldiers are tricky. I told you, didn't I? It's okay, we know where it's going, so we're just going straight. I know the goal, and I can handle it."

"What's the time? Even if we move on normally, we have severe time constraints, okay?

"Run. Run through the night and we'll figure it out in time."

"Nah, it's impotent. It's decided to be a butterfly soon."

Running through the woods is not a line struggle. Especially since the health consumption is terrible. Even a pretty tough guy should consume about twice as much stamina as a well-kept road.

Well, if we don't cut attention and focus, we'll definitely run out of energy.

But that's above acceptance, Prohor says.

"Maybe. But I actually bought this from Instructor Mortairn."

"What?"

Prowl will take care of the stamina.

What I gently removed was an object about stone.

"It's candy. Special."

Pace's secret weapon was candy.