Sweet Reincarnation

Autumn sunny day. At the boarding cadet school, an acceptance announcement was made.

Acceptance announcements for boarding officers schools do not have the names of successful candidates stamped out on the walls, nor do they contact successful or unsuccessful individuals individually. What you take on the day of the acceptance announcement will go to school and give you your name and family name and nominee at the reception in charge.

If a school representative checks the roster of successful candidates and passes, they are informed of the day of the admission ceremony. The unsuccessful are only told that there are no names on the roster. Reasons for failure are not revealed. Whether it is procedural deficiencies, poor grades or political decisions of the upper echelons, it is only possible to convey the fact that there is no name on the roster of successful candidates.

The roster of successful candidates may also be sold later, but there were two, non-aristocratic human names among them.

Marcarlo-Droba and Luminito-Idrihappa.

Due to his physical anxiety, Luminito was specially trained in casserole mixed with the Central Army's troops and intellectually anxious, Marcarlo studied hard as a teacher with ten outstanding OBs from the boarding cadet school, with the result that he passed the boarding cadet school in the clear.

It should be noted that although it was chief enrollment that I missed, they were both enrolled with pretty good grades. At least the pass line was cleared at leisure.

Pais, the instructor, also breathed when he passed the two over the Ments, saying he was worthy of collaborating by citing the total power of the Mortairn family.

And today, the boarding officer school admissions ceremony. Even so, there is no special awesome ceremony. It's just that we get together on the date we were told at the time of the acceptance announcement and get the explanations we need.

Description of the facilities in the school, information about the rules to be followed, an explanation of the educational system, and what students should do in the future. Also, an important lesson to be taught is what it's like to be a cadet.

A place for freshmen to gather. There were also two figures from Mortairn territory.

The only people I know are each other so far, so it takes a form that leans in with nature.

"Fine, that's a lot of people"

Marc's soliloquy, he said, was surprisingly loud, and Lumi picked up the words at his leisure.

"Oh. Most of them are nobles, aren't they?

"I hear you are. It doesn't matter."

"You're telling me to be careful with people."

Prior to boarding officer school enrollment, the two received careful advance explanations (lectures) from Pais and Caserol. This school was originally built for the education of noble children, and the two of you must be aware of it, and so on.

Seventy percent of the entrants this fiscal year are aristocratic children, and the remaining thirty percent are just children of a house of considerable strength. Thirty percent of them are also descendants of leading chambers of commerce or of houses that serve the great nobility as heavy towns, and if they take it lightly because they are non-noble people, they are likely to suffer unexpected counter-attacks and disadvantages.

Of course, that's something we can both say. Lumi and Marc are certainly non-aristocratic classes and class people belonging to the civilian population, but their parents are heavy ministers serving the Baron Mortairn family. This means that if anyone unfairly enemies the Mortairns in the end.

Making the Mortairn family an enemy can be the worst enemies to the Duke of Kadrecek or even the royal family if the commotion gets louder.

Even though students have problems with each other, they are by no means negligible, and if they are going to associate, they were explained to Kudokud that they should be aware of that point more than once and remember their feelings of respect for each other.

After being asked a long explanation, the two have been re-explained about twice for being emptied or yawning along the way.

If you can keep it in mind by so long, two of the boulders are also keeping in mind what they have been told.

"Be careful. Even if you do. Even if you fix it, you'll have to run out of time."

Marc wasn't too confident when he told him to be careful with people. I was born and grew up in Mortern territory. We have nothing together, such as the common sense of the Wang capital, and the creature of nobility and so on, the closest thing to us is the Irregular Mortairn family in many ways. I just tried to be classy, and I can't hide my originally poor realm birth and growth.

Marc is early, giving up wearing a cat.

Such a marc, a lumi proud of all the hehe.

"I'm fine. Unlike Marc, he's smart."

"Huh?"

"You didn't see the entrance seat next? I got better grades. Make."

There's a reason Lumi boasts. When I announced my acceptance, they showed me the roster. There was a proper name for myself and Marc, and the order was seated.

Looking for names from the chief admissions person in turn, Lumi understood that he was better at his grades by finding himself before Marc.

Sometimes in the arms of the sword these days, Marc has lost, and he boasts to Marc all the time here.

"Damn it, can you guess? I hear some of them have come to the top of the list."

Regardless, Marc also understands what Lumi is proud of. If I was in Lumi's shoes, I must have been equally proud.

He also had a mild dissatisfaction and cynicism at worshipping the far back dust of Lumi and Pais in terms of smartness. It is a past form because it was worth studying hard enough to successfully join the supposed elite. Even for Marc, who has until now tended to be somewhat depressed and inferior, it is a proud result of his chest.

I've been learning sword moves for a long time, and after studying hard, my head came with me. Having regained some confidence, he was overwhelmed with the feeling that he would work harder and gain strength in his students and give back to those who had so far looked down on himself as being an idiot or an evil kid.

Password, Lower Pass Superior. Aim for Heavenly Side (top). I'll do it. I have a rough nose.

"You know what I'm saying?

"What is it?"

"I'm talking about how hard it is to target top grades from lower ranks. I'll tell you what, the only people enrolled in this school are smart people. I don't know why stupid marc took it."

"Well, that's because my graduate brothers taught me exactly. I did my best, didn't I?

Marc strains his chest that passing is only because he worked hard. But Lumi was anxious about how it was going.

"You really don't get it. I have no idea. That's amazing. A good tutor can teach you at any time with a few shifts. It's not worth a hundred or two hundred."

"I know, that's about it."

"Do you really understand that? From now on, you can't tell me like that. It's a world of strength."

"Ooh, it's superior. With my strength, I'll take the lead."

I knew Marc didn't understand.

I can tell because Lumi also received special training in the Knights, but being able to receive such special training is in itself a considerable privilege and a privileged environment. The alumni who will have to compete in school are those who have been admitted without the kind of special training they have received. Like ourselves, we're just brilliant people with the local power to pass and show off without wearing a geta called special training.

Such Joon-young people may be as awesome as Pais. Lumi had such a fear. From now on, we will have to compete without any special training from the Mortairn family among the surviving elites in the country.

It feels like a human being who was running hard on a bicycle with an auxiliary wheel was suddenly removed from the auxiliary wheel. That's how Lumi feels.

Marc is only optimistic and Lumi is only pessimistic. I guess they're both immature. It would be the school that realizes that on its own.

There were some people who looked at the two of them from a distance. It's a noisy pair, so it stands out from a distance.

At the conclusion of the orientation, Lumi and Marc had eaten the call from their senior students.

"You have a good freshman alive. Yeah, dude."

Lumi and Marc surrounded by men, all five of them.

The two of them were back-to-back with each other, but Marc's eyes were filled with sentiments of frivolity and belligerence.

Because I could feel Pais and the others souring their mouths and teaching them how scared they were in school coming here. What I feel on my back is a childhood tame girl. It is an important opponent to protect. I glanced at the seniors saying that if you get excited here, you can't be a man.

Marc had heard that the upper classmates were doing the kind of special training they had received before the exam every day. In strength, they'd be good at one or two. At least if you estimate the strength of your opponent.

Those people surround themselves with clear hostility. For the first time, Marc was baptized "outside the Mortairns' asylum”.

"Oh? What the fuck, you guys?"

I tried full intimidation. The atmosphere of rift that our own father generation creates is difficult, but intimidating with all the mood we can. It will be obvious that you have little experience, but there is something called a man's glory.

"Heh, I'm trying to teach freshmen a lot of kindness. Give me some slack."

"Oh, good."

"Hey, Marc, something. Eh?"

Marc nodded at the seniors' words, while Lumi became more alert to the nasty atmosphere. I try to teach Marc that it's better not to follow him poorly, but Marc is stubborn if he doesn't want to be licked here.

"Even Die Job. Rumi, go to the dining room first. I'll meet you later."

"... I don't care what happens."

I guess I can say I'm lucky. Nor were the seniors going to “preach“ to Lumi, the girl.

Take only Marc and move out of sight.

I brought a pretty girl (just the way she looks) to the admissions ceremony, a rear charging bastard who is a little hazy and squeaky. I see that seniors who spend their days training and studying rough (susa) and scarce gray youth on women have just reason to get involved. Even if it was a win-win called jealousy or seclusion.

"So what can I do for you?"

"You. Come on, you're a little too busy."

"Oh. You're on track with her."

"Hey, what do you think there?"

Advice, the seniors' angry spearhead concentrates on Marc being with her. Of course Lumi is Marc's childhood tame, and he's not his lover yet, but Marc doesn't deny his predecessor's words. I don't want to.

"Let it go. It's none of your business about Lumi and me."

"Oh? What's that attitude? You, are you licking seniors?

The man, who calls himself a senior, became angry at Marc's attitude as a junior. Even if I put aside the women I didn't care about, I thought it was against school tradition to take my seniors lightly.

But I also think this would only be a point of order if I tried to marc it. I didn't originally say "respect seniors" in school rules. It is just that there is such a tide. Teaching at school is only "obey your superiors" and "respect your comrades". In the not-too-distant future, many humans will meet seniors at their place of employment, even in special schools where they will be reunited as their own superiors, and now they are neither superiors nor comrades. Then it will be Marc's mood that there is no reason to be weak.

Both have their say, but Marc's attitude just seems busy from the seniors.

"I'll give you educational instruction!!

There must have been a short-minded human being. There was a man with his fist who tried to show off his predecessor's majesty. If there is one miscalculation, a battered junior would also have been a person connected to "Mortairn”. A man named Marc grew up trained by horrible Spartan men, with real-life experience and a far elevated role model.

Marc licks his junior and punches one of his fists, while tearing his head poke and knocking him down. The second half-hearted fist that follows also gently deviates with his hands, while presenting his elbows to each and every one.

Soon the two of them squatted, and the remaining humans are surprisingly strong marc.

"Kind of. Warm warm compared to my father's or Shiitz's old lady's sigoki"

It was quite dangerous, really, but I don't even give that a bite to make room to show it. It's a haphazard technology direct from Pais.

"Damn, remember"

"Damn it. If I regret it, I'll be damned yesterday."

I guess I had a good spare attitude. The seniors, who were only thinking to the extent of lightly embarrassing their juniors, leave with the abandonment dialogue. It was cold sweat, but it seemed to work out.

Every problem was cleared up. Marc heads to the dining room just to say so. I also felt somewhat lighter when I thought childhood training should be waiting for me.

"Lumi...... who, those guys"

In the dining room, Lumi was there as promised.

But surrounded by a few women. Marc pierces Lumi, wondering what happened to the seniors. He threatened all the scattering and drove back the people he was gathering.

"Hello, Lumi."

"Marc? Give it to me, fool."

"Fools are superfluous. Besides, we did our errands quickly."

Lumi bows her chest to Marc, who boasts that she is safe. If they were still taken by a few, it was because they had one of their worries.

"Hey, you a kid named Marcarlo?

Lumi and Marc were talking about trying something soon.

There were two people who called out to me. She is a seemingly feminine student. In boarding cadet schools, female students are at levels such as twenty or none for all grades, which is an extremely rare encounter. If it was a coincidence.

If you knew Marc's name, there's no coincidence.

"Oh. And you?

"It's Ariametris, who just became friends with Lumi. Alice, call me."

"Oh, nice to meet you"

If you're going to treat me amicably, I'm not bluffing to get along with you as a marc. If you can get along with your older sister, you're welcome. Marc is the one who doesn't realize that Lumi is in a slightly bad mood on the side.

"So, what was an errand?

"I got tangled up in annoyance. I've got my hands on it saying it's educational instruction over there, so I did it again and got rid of it. Choroy."

"Well, you're pretty strong."

Honest praise from a woman. I'm happy as a man with this. Especially if the woman you've always been with has origami because of her bad mouth.

"My goodness. I've been in action before."

"Are you done with your first line? Awesome!!"

"Ha, no big deal."

Proud marc and disgruntled lumi. From Marc's point of view, he boasts that I'm awesome for paying back the person he attacked. I'm a cookie.

Why does Lumi seem unhappy? Marc still doesn't get it.

"Stupid Marc. Don't get on with it."

Lumi's dissatisfaction finally popped out of his mouth. A machine-gun state of bad gossip about what this ease is when you say you were worried about yourself.

"Oh? Where am I on track?"

"You're on. I'm in no better shape than this. What the hell, under that nose. I guess it's just a stretch."

"Hmm!!

"Oh? You don't? Cry Marc."

"Temeye!!

When we were young, childhood tamers who knew each other when we were weeping a lot. When it comes to crying, it would seem to me objectively that it would be each other, but Marc was the one who would be pointed out as crying.

As usual, there would have been a third party unfamiliar with such a landscape if it had been an unchanged verbal fight, but if there was one difference?

"Both of you, stop it. You can't fight."

"Chip."

Leaving Lumi.

Marc dropping it off was full of awkwardness.