The next morning, the four volunteers began their practice.
Bring out the sword and protective equipment Bowen loaned me comfortably and practice a little further away from the dorm.
"If three groups of guys saw me, they might study me."
At Nelson's suggestion.
Nelson only said he still dedicated one summer to sword practice, and the punch in is extraordinarily solid compared to before vacation, as well as being well accounted for by his prior motor nerves.
And most importantly, full of motivation.
When Almark gives you a little advice and modifies your movements, you'll be able to move exactly as soon as possible.
"Nelson has taste."
Almark said, Nelson laughed happily.
"Don't worry about it when you tell me. Thank you."
Reido, although not as powerful as Nelson, is not a bad muscle just to do anything.
Let him play a game with Nelson but let him try a surprisingly good game.
It's just that there's a murmur, or you can lose as easily as you suddenly lose focus.
"It's not a good idea when this easy loser Reido is in production."
Leido himself twists his neck, says Almark.
"I'm gonna do the same thing I always do myself."
I'm unconscious myself, which means I don't control my concentration well.
I don't even think Leido, who can use magic quite a bit, can't control his concentration, so this is exactly what I would call murmuring. This may also be the reason why exam grades don't swing that far for strength.
Nevertheless, the most serious illness is Morgen in Dantotsu, whatever it is.
Anyway, I have no taste. I don't have the guts. No fighting spirit.
Almark is also going to give me some advice, but I can only think of words like, is that what I'm going to say now?
Still, although I have tried some very basic advice, Morgen is unable to move his body as advised.
"No, Morgen. Here's the deal."
I'm going to demonstrate it to you as I say it, but if Morgen...
"Like this?"
The move to reproduce while saying is far from Almark's example.
But if you say it's not easy there, Morgen, who just lacks the will and motivation to fight, will totally hang back.
"Yeah. Better than just now"
Almark encouraged Morgen to say that without ever smiling.
Walking slowly but in the right direction is no mistake.
Nevertheless, Morgen's lack of fighting spirit is serious if it comes to a game.
I can't pull my hips and hit a single decent poke.
"Morgen, put your chest up a little bit more"
Almark speaks, but as soon as his opponent's sword turns toward him, Morgen pulls his hips round his back.
"Morgen."
"Yeah, 'cause I'm scared."
I can't help it because there's wasted power in my body from fear. I can't reach for a poke when I finally get my hands on it.
It's just cowardice and the sense of escape is pretty good.
Would it be more appropriate to have a sense of perceiving an attack than a sense of escape?
They get away with it a little bit before they know what they're hitting.
But even if you let the first shot go, if you get cornered on a continuous offense as it were, you'll be caught in no time, and you can't win a game just because you're on the run in the first place.
"Morgen, don't live with that hazard detection capability in action."
"The battle is over."
Morgen shakes his head at Almark's words.
Almark just looks at Morgen's courage with his eyes, no slight dust to insult him, but Nelson and Leido start to look slightly smug at his body too often when it comes to that.
"You can't win just because you're running, Morgen."
"Morgen, let's be brave and poke"
The two of you say it orally, but Morgen...
"Yeah."
And although I snort, I lean down awkwardly.
"There's still a day. You don't have to rush that far."
Almark gently slapped Morgen on the shoulder.
He said he started practicing in the morning.
On the road to the school building, Wendy, who happened to be with me, called me that, and Almark nodded.
"Yeah. He said let the Nelsons win because Leila never wants to lose to three groups."
"Leila."
Wendy peeks into Almark's face as surprised.
"I told Almark that."
"Yeah."
"Wow."
Wendy smiled and turned forward.
"Leila admits to Almark."
"Huh?"
Now Almark peeks into Wendy's face.
"Leila is a very tough kid for me, but I don't ask people to"
Wendy shakes her head at her words after saying so.
"I don't ask...... yeah, should I say I don't expect it. That's why Leila only asks someone she really admits to."
"... I haven't done one thing to be admitted."
Almark laughs bitterly.
"I can see Layla, and she looks at everyone very closely. I'm sure it conveyed the goodness of Almark."
That's what Wendy says, chuckles.
Seeing that smile, Almark remembered that he had not yet told Wendy what was important.
"Speaking of which, I can now use the magic of fog."
"Eh."
Wendy looks out.
"I was taught by Dr. Illmis in his remedial studies. My first magic."
"Wow."
That's what Wendy said, and she shut up.
Wendy rushes to hide her face with her hands as Almark peeks in wondering about silence.
"Wendy, why are you crying?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know what it is myself. But I've been watching Almark try so hard."
Dyed her cheeks bright red, Wendy wiped her tears.
"Embarrassing."
"... thanks, Wendy"
Almark's heart is wrapped in twitching and warm joy.
They rejoice in Almark's success, as if it were about them.
I was honestly glad that such a girl would be next to me now.
"Martial arts tournaments, different teams, but good luck."
Wendy changes the subject whether it's a lightning up or not.
"Yeah. How's Wendy?
"The torques seem to be practicing with the torques. I thought I'd go to martial arts after school, too."
"I think Leila's here too."
"That could be a good practice."
Wendy nods. Fluffy, clean hair shakes.
"Maybe I'll be home with Almark."
"Right. My tutoring is pretty slow."
The story plays.
I wish I hadn't gotten to the school building the whole time.
I could see the school building, as if I had seen through how Almark felt like that.