The Live

Booth -

Regular woke up to the sound of a blanket twisting. I turned my head, rubbing my eyes, and Yoon Jae came back from somewhere and was lying on the bed again.

“Where have you been? ”

Yoon Jae replied, yawning in a sleepless voice.

“Take a walk. ”

“Walking or this time? ”

The regular asked and looked out through the window.

A dark sunlight was coming in. It may be more early than late at dawn.

It's time to wake up, but at the Academy there was nothing else for the two of you to do. It is impossible to fight loudly here, and there was no other class until morning.

“I'm sorry to wake you. Go back to sleep. ”

Yoon Jae said that and went back into the blanket. It was a warm face, as if nothing had happened.

“Hmm……. ”

Normally, he looked at it with suspicious eyes on the other side of the bed.

After a while, the regular man closed his eyes again and likewise entered the duvet.

‘Era, I don't know. ’

* * *

On a bright day, Yoon Jae and the regular were assigned as senior instructors from the first hour.

How to educate them, and overall, after being communicated to Russell the day before. The two of the instructors who were shorthanded were barely able to fill their positions.

“Nothing teaches you more than you think. Knowledge of the finer controls, weapons, and reflexiveness tests of magical power…… are all basic. ”

“Yes. Why do you teach this in the senior class? ”

Yoon Jae and Jung looked down at the training schedule given by Rusrick.

I was slowly walking down the corridor and reading the curriculum chart, but I didn't understand why I had to teach this to two people's heads.

“The other thing is that fine control of magical power is a difficult part of the upper class. In fact, there are some rankers who have difficulty with fine control of their magic power. ”

Hemden, the instructor who went to pick up Yoon Jae and the regular person, listened to the conversation and explained.

But even in his description, the two of them still didn't understand.

“I just had to do it. ”

“Yeah. It's not micro-control that's hard, it's implementation. ”

“That's right, it was a little difficult. ”

“Implementation?”

In his regular conversation with Yoon Jae, Hemden puzzled.

He was also a good middleweight, but he did not understand what Yoon Jae and the regular person were talking about.

‘Indeed. There aren't many rankers who embody the form of magic as an image. ’

Implementation of Magical Power.

It meant imaging an extremely controlled magical power in your mind to build it into the shape you wanted.

It meant hundreds of thousands of magical controls, or walker Elvin's backpack, made up of countless blades.

It was a way for individuals to use the same amount of magic more efficiently and powerfully.

It was more than just fine-tuning your magic, it was about finding a magical control that matched your body.

‘Well, you don't have to teach from here to there. ’

Senior class is still in second year.

There may not be anyone who has reached the step of teaching the implementation of magical power.

“The question is, how do I teach this...? ”

Knng, Yoon Jae lowers her head as she lets out a groan.

“I don't know what to do. ”

“I see. Hah... ”

Seeing the regular sighing as if he were the same, Hemden looked bored behind him.

"Wow, that's fucked up. ’

Hemd immediately took the two of them to the front of the classroom and turned around.

“I'll be going now. I have a lecture ahead of me. ”

“Well done.”

Yoon Jae walked Hemdon out and stood at the door of the classroom. Yoon Jae, who was listening, asked me not to go right in.

“Do you think something's wrong? ”

“Yes, I think so. ”

“What's going on? ”

“Well, why are you asking me that? We'll see about that. ”

Drag -

Regular people said so, and opened the door of the classroom. As the two of them came in through the door, the noisy classroom was silent in an instant.

“I, I……. ”

One of them shouted at the formal.

“That bastard! ”

“Eh……. ”

A sudden situation.

Normally, he realized that the fingers of girls and the gaze of close to a hundred students were directed at him.

“Me?”