The Branded Female Fencer

Around the hour somewhat, in Gloria School. Jake, who was also tired of the expedition, was attending a swordsmanship class to take credit for the class. He is already a regular temple knight and has also experienced battles on the front line, so the class itself is not enough, but it is Gloria's policy to make him attend the class as such. No matter how strong he is, he will not be treated special. That was Gloria's code from school opening.

Jake was quietly doing the class pale because he knew that well too. But he now has swordsmanship and physical arts classes already in 5th and 6th grades together, but there was undeniably not enough compared to the tension in action. It's about Miltre, Marion, and a few others who are already likely to be able to cross the sword decently with Jake.

I also offered Miriazal because training in the Temple Knights is so much better if I just refine my sense of real life, but he just told me to prioritize school classes. Apparently, the training Miriazar will conduct is directed at Alberto and Crudas, and the fact is that Crudas' first recent improvement was fast enough to be arguably an anomaly.

The crudas is also attending swordsmanship classes, but he managed to become a preparatory movement by dealing with several people at the same time because he could not deal with them alone. Such a crudace, but Jake was looking somewhere distorted. Things have been getting weird lately. Crudas is practicing, barking out loud.

"Next! Somebody deal with me!

"Come on, Crudus. Too much!

Miltre praises Crudas. But Crudas' face turned superior and red, and Miltre's advice went out of his mind.

"I'm fine!

"I'm not, look around!

"Crudas"

Marion slapped him on the shoulder and for the first time Crudas looked around as he noticed his surroundings. In its eyes were the wounded classmates who acted as opponents of their swords. They hurt everywhere with bruises, and some of them fell asleep with their ice sacs on their heads, or were escorted in their hands, or even practiced healing magic.

Crudas first blued when he saw them. Apparently I was obsessed with the fight and didn't realize it.

"Crudas, you are crazy these days!? No matter how much training, this is too much. No matter how many hands the Sisters have, they can't keep up, and it's not weird if they're seriously wounded, or dead, as it were."

"Crudas, I know you're on your mind. Not now, but some of us will be helping you on the battlefield as Temple Knights in a few years. I want us to show some more respect. We're not a stepping stone for you to be strong, are we?

Marion's voice was quiet, but full of strength. Marion speaks for all those who are now in swordsmanship class and tells Crudus.

But Crudas shrugged as he shook off Marion's hand.

"... how many years. Then you won't make it."

"... what?

"Rest a little. I do seem tired. I'm sorry."

Crudas left the spot when he made an apology just above words. Later, the unclean classmates are left behind.

"What happened to the Crudus guy?

"I don't know. You know that, or maybe just one."

Marion glances at Jake. Jake knew what Marion was trying to say.

"... you mean come on?

"It's not an order, please. Sometimes only humans who shared the same battlefield at the same time will know. I don't think it's our turn now. Not us running the same battlefield as him. unwillingly."

Noticing that the voice was slightly of a colour of suffering, Jake nodded silently and followed Crudus. I don't know about Jake and Crudus' troubles. He seemed to be doing some other training recently with Alberto, Miriazal. The place is also completely isolated, so I don't even see what's going on. The only thing I could tell was that both Crudus and Alberto were visibly debilitated by the degree of training.

Crudas was originally silent, but now he doesn't even speak as if with his fellow Temple Knights, other than a minimum of words. His attitude is strange because nothing is limited within Gloria. Until Alberto, the beginning and end of leaving Rafferty to do his job as head of the Temple Knights. I could see that they were both training unusual.

Crudas also appeared to be positioned in one of the most intense locations on the battlefield. Crudas is also officially ordained as the Knights of the Temple already, but still young enough to refrain from adult rituals next month. It didn't seem like a very sane placement, but still Crudas has survived. That alone is an event equal to a miracle, but Crudas seems to be unsatisfied with something.

Jake has no idea where the worry comes from, but the footsteps were still after Crudus. It would be a lie to say that I didn't feel like being left behind in Crudas and Alberto when I was stuck again, too.

When Jake came across where Crudas was washing his face in the garden fountain, he gently glanced at the condition from the shadow of the pillar. The others are still naturally in class and there are no signs of people around. Classes don't seem to be taking place nearby again. It was an unusual and unthinkable act, such as Crudus chilling his head in the water of the fountain in the garden, which is a place for students to relax, but I guess that's all Crudus is mentally cornered. Jake couldn't help but speak up and often watched Crudas on the spot.

Crudas stuck his head into the fountain, often cooling his head, eventually sitting back with the fountain on his back and slouching off to the spot. I don't mind my body getting wet. Power falls out of his whole body, and he also looks like a puppet with a broken thread.

When Jake tried to get close to how he just couldn't see each other, there was a visit there from Ruddle, Jake's post.

Continued