On the site of Mariures Gakuen, there is an exercise room where no building is built.
Its size is quite good, it may take 30 minutes to walk from end to end. Considering that not only martial arts training but also magical exercises are performed, this is of course necessary. The school will also want to prevent students from taking control of the attacking magic that gives off control to the surroundings.
Of course, that was the school situation, and there was another way of thinking for the students-especially for new students. It's good to be able to move without worrying about the surroundings when practicing, but for a freshman this area is a curse.
"Oh! The pace is falling! I'm sure the run is fresh, freshmen!"
The instructor in charge of basic skills yells.
Half of the students running endlessly under the name of exercises were already groggy.
Kirill and his freshman were taking a lecture on basic practical skills. Speaking of basic skills, it sounds good, but the end is building basic physical strength. This is an annoying lecture that the school has given to Cyrills and freshmen as an essential lecture so that they can acquire basic physical strength before taking the training. It was an unpleasant tradition called "baptism" among senior students and graduates.
Today, it has been running from the start of the lecture, making full use of this large training room. Regardless of whether the site is wide or narrow, it still runs the same time, but it still feels like a human. The size of the useless training area and the distance to the end of the wall provide psychological distress.
Students have one heart in this situation. Right now, this vast site is resentful.
"Well, how long are you going to run?"
Accompanied Ry, who was Kirill, was disgusted and blurred.
"That's true."
Cyril agrees in short words. Run in the forest, run in the school. I think I'm trained to be a leggingian, not a magician.
"But, surprisingly, I can afford, Cyrill."
"That's not true"
"That's right, but take a look. Only Cyrill is the magician who hasn't lost yet?"
If you look around in the words of Rai, all you are running are all students who are majoring in warrior courses. Certainly, Cyrill alone was still running in the magician course.
This basic skill is required for all warrior and magician courses. Originally, most warrior students are willing to join the army. Naturally, training to gain basic physical strength without waiting for admission will be conducted.
Greed On the other hand, even in the magician course, there is no thought of absorbing your knowledge, even if you want to train your body. As a result, the worst offenders of this basic skill were Cyrillic and magician students.
Until last year, Kirill himself, who was a courteous company of the Shokai, would have spent time memorizing business practices and trading rules if he had time to train. I can't be confident in my physical strength. Students in the civil and liberal arts courses where basic skills were exempted were enviable.
"Even though the warrior's guy is down, there's plenty of room for the magician's Kirill, who looks calm down?"
"I'm buying it."
Compared to Rai, who can continue running and still talk normally, Kirill has no room for it.
Cyrillus responded for the time being because he was sorry to ignore it because he was spoken to him, but on the contrary, he would do his best to return his words. Don't talk to me. I thought that.
"That's better, Rye. I don't need to keep pace."
To Cyrill, out of breath, Rai responds, showing her enough to laugh.
"No, it's pretty easy to run at this pace. I feel light."
Apparently, Rai intends to keep running at the pace of Cyrill.
"so"
Then, as if nothing else to say, Cyrill returns his mouth to its original role-the important and top priority of taking in air.
Cyril wasn't as generous as Rai said. The reason why I can barely keep running is probably because of the challenging Rona and the fact that I have gained some physical strength and the running environment.
The feet are level and have no irregularities. There are no tree branches, fallen trees, or bushes that block the way. There is no need for relentless pursers, and there is no need to find a way out.
You just need to run, compared to the training that Rona is chasing. I can't say it's easy in my current situation where my body is complaining of fatigue, but it was somehow manageable if I kept my pace.
"Okay! Up to that!"
The voice of the instructor resounds in the practice hall. Students listening to it and sitting on the ground. Here and there I heard voices saying "I'm finally done" or "I'm tired".
Exhaustion A lecturer who gathers for a few minutes and speaks to the fatigued students.
"As expected, most of the warrior course people ran out. The magician course ... well as expected. But it's a big deal just to be left alone."
Instructor breaks words while watching Cyril. Most of the magicians were unable to run without enough. Some people retired within three minutes of the start. It would have been unexpected for the instructor that Kirill, who wasn't particularly good-looking, ran for 30 minutes.
"Certainly, Cyrill?"
"Oh, yes"
"It wasn't bad. The way I ran was easy and the pace didn't drop to the end. Did you train before you entered?"
"No, especially ..."
He is currently undergoing training from Aldis, but this is not pre-entry.
"Yes, but it's good to be strong. It's a good thing for the other students to be a little more trained, too. So the magician is the first thing to aim for, because if you don't have enough strength at the time, it's just that. "
The precious lessons from the former army soldier and experienced mercenary instructor seemed to have no effect on the magician student.
Certainly, many sorcerers and soldiers are on the battlefield as mercenaries, but not everyone is willing to fight in the first place.
Most of the students are intended to be held as state magicians or aristocratic sorcerers. They don't want to be in the middle of the battlefield, and they don't even think about that future. In fact, there are many magicians who end their lives in the office.
All the magician students listening to the instructor's advice were either expressionless or otherwise faced as if they had bitten a worm. Some students have a flirty look. Perhaps you are imagining the basic skills that are required regularly.
"That's all for today. Dissolution!"
The lecture on basic practical skills ends with the signal of the instructor.
"Cyrill, let's go eat it!"
"Yeah, I understand. Change clothes before that-I'm a little sick! Don't pull!"
Cyrill has to run while pulling his arm and running away because he can't wait, due to his trembling feet. The person in question went to the cafeteria with a complicated feeling, "I just run after entering the school."
"That's what a school is like. Today I'm so terrified that my body runs tattered ..."
Even after the school lecture ended that day, Cyril was taken by Aldis and came to the forest house. Cyril, who has exhausted his strength more than usual due to basic skills at the school, has conservatively argued that it is impossible to train normally.
"Well, that's just fine. If you run out of energy today, how can you increase your chances of surviving and train in a more realistic way?"
"Um ..., why not take a break from training ...?"
"Whether Cyril is tired or injured, the forest beasts will not tolerate you. Rather, you're more likely to attack with just a chance. When things get tired, you can't do it. It's convenient to realize the difference. "
"……Right"
The voice of the instructor, who was more severe than expected, uttered a voice as if his soul had come out of Cyril's mouth.
"Don't make such a face. It's true that even if you train endlessly in that state, the effect will be thin. Today I will round up about 30 minutes. I am not a demon."
No, it's a demon instructor. Cyril barely swallows the word
At least the school instructors only ran thirty minutes in perfect condition. Cyril's personal condition was poor, but it was due to off-campus behavior. At least non-Cyrill students are taking basic skills classes with enough physical strength.
Aldis, on the other hand, knows that Cyril has run out of energy and is going to run through the forest, saying "just right." Needless to say which one is merciless.
In the end, that day Cyril was seized by Rona eight times.
Since Rona is acting in place of the beast attacking for predation, he died eight times during the thirty minutes. The results were terrible, but surprisingly, Aldis rated it "not bad".
"I thought I'd die ten times in thirty minutes, but ... I was sticky surprisingly. If only eight times, it would be fine."
"Huh ... is that so?"
Cyril's response to this is ill.
If this is not training, you have died eight times in a short time. It's not a very pleasing result.
"Let's do this today. Will the remaining time be your twin's partner? I want to correct the wording little by little."
Anyway, Cyrill was relieved to say that he didn't have to run any more.