The Branded Female Fencer

- The boy was dreaming. I'm sure the memory of the expedition ahead is vivid. Many demons appeared stronger than I had ever seen in front of me, and the boy was struck down several times. But then he gets up. Next, next, while renewing our resolve to be strong. And the boy was certainly getting stronger.

Eventually, when I got into one open view, there was a giant beetle there. At the end of the day, with numerous sacrifices, it's a demon defeated by a man who was working himself out. Someone said he was the guardian of this fourth tier. Demons are strong. Come and defeat every sword, spear, and enchantment, every forest. The fierceness of the force was being heeded by the boy simply fleeing to avoid death.

Eventually, when there was almost no one to move but himself, the beetle set its aim on itself. From here was the memory of the boy's fierce struggle. Not only did the boy continue to just outmaneuver the beetle attack, but he gradually slashes into it and slashes its outer skin. A little more, with three, two, one blow - the thick armor-like outer skin of the head cracks. The boy waved his sword towards the end he already knew.

But the sword broke at the last blow. The beetle waved its horns relentlessly at the boy whose surprise movement stopped at the fact that his sword was broken. The boy was blown away as he broke the branches, knocked over by the trees and stopped. The breathing stops at too much impact and the sight in front of you is about to turn dark. If consciousness could fly, I thought it was synonymous with death and desperately stopped connecting consciousness, but my body didn't do anything about it. Beetle looms in front of you. The knight wasn't supposed to come to help.

At that time, a warm breeze blew. The wind waved its sword and quickly defeated the beetle. The epidermis, which bounced off numerous attacks, threw their swords through lightly as if cutting confectionery with a knife. A sword technique that should be powerful but combines warmth and softness attracts the boy. And before the sword-wielder could determine who he was, the boy's consciousness dimmed. Oh, a boy who realizes he's waking up. But at first sight - the boy thought he wanted to see the face of the Lord of the Sword. Because that sword looks familiar. But I can't really remember where I saw it or whose it belongs. Then the boy begged me to inspire him, and he reached out to the swordsman desperately.

"Stay!

"... if you're going to tell me to wait, I'll wait, but when should I hand out the distributions? Hey, Jake Temple Knight Hall"

Jake woke up much more. I'm in Gloria's class now. Ruddle, who is also in charge, was in the middle of a basic magic composition class. But when I saw the ending bell ringing, apparently the class ended at some point. I only remember where Ruddle instructed me to open which page the first time, so Jake would have spent the whole class asleep. This wasn't good. When Jake recognized reality, Ruddle was just having a tight laugh.

"Jake, I'm also aware that you just returned from your expedition. Therefore, I didn't pay attention even when you were asleep, but when you can fall asleep so magnificently, it's not in front of the other students that you just don't pay attention to. No credit can be given to a regular temple knight who seems to score a drop in his final exams. Do you mind?

"... yes"

Jake, who gets laughed around but honestly items into Ruddle's words. Jake, who deals with magic in action, is refreshed when it comes to studying on his desk because he is only learning in action by soaking up the basics. Especially since I left all my classes on an expedition the last two months, when I returned, the class contents were as if they were separate. The fatigue of the expedition is not yet out, even as we try to regain our backwardness.

And I can't tell anyone, but I don't know when the next expedition will take place. The Hachi Forest has now been attacked to the fourth level. Jake was ordered to return temporarily because it now depends on building a base and preparing for the next fifth tier of offense. Jake is no longer hesitant to be on the front line as a Temple Knight. He was also conceived as a fine force.

Jake packs up awesome and tries to move to the next classroom. Nellie should be sourcing lunch, so I can't put it on lunch without rendezvous with her. Dute Hilde and Linda, along with Rascal and Bruns, accompany Jake as he begins his journey.

"That was a masterpiece earlier. When I say the troubled face of Instructor Ruddle,"

"Well, it's just not what I did for it. It's extra. What were you dreaming about, Jake?

"... I think it was an expedition dream. I think it was kind of a mix of events."

Jake answered with a non-floating face. Then you realized that Bruns and Rascal weren't in the scene of face-to-face tearing, either, which made them look somewhat evil.

Linda looks worried and peeks into Jake's face.

"I'm more worried about Jake's health than that. Doesn't being done mean the fatigue of the expedition hasn't come out yet? I suggest you leave early and get fit."

"Well, I'm sorry to be so tired. I became a regular temple knight, so I said I had to work harder than ever."

"Hey, Hilde. Isn't that just harsh?

Rascal stops, but Jake shook his head.

"No, you're right to twirl. You can't be tired in here. Fighting is still going on everywhere, so we need to get back in shape and join the training."

"Ugh... but even with the training and the occasional wasps and tea..."

"So, which front line are you fighting on?

Dute Hilde's best invitation was crushed by the Bruns' main focus of interest. Dute Hilde seeing the Bruns with hostile eyes, but apparently the Bruns aren't even aware of that. Dute Hilde was pointing that way with a plump face, but Jake hadn't noticed her tricks again either.

Continued