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Here we are, training ground! I was nervous when I first got here. Sure, memories of Mr. Shrier taking me and eating shoe cream.... You didn't just have a snack, did you? You also had an important ritual where you could see the Spirit!

I still remember. That emotion when the world seemed sparkling. From that day on, the Spirit became a familiar being, and Mr. Shrier became my master.

Your father, Mr. Gill, Mr. Kay, Brother Juma, and many others tell me all sorts of things, but only Mr. Shrier has a bond he can call his master. I think it's a big deal to be in the same family. The truth is I'm a high elf, but the details are good.

"Oh, Meg! There he is!

"Brother Juma! Best wishes!

"Whoa, get ready today -!

Okay, well, today's teacher is brother Juma. Hey, at first, you were so opposed, you make Juma-kun a teacher. I can't add or subtract power, and I'm not much help because I am, and most importantly, I'm relentless in giving instructions. Approximately beyond training for young girls, I couldn't teach them for a while.

But...... Actually I wanted Brother Juma to tell me soon. Because the others are too kind. Everybody, huh? I appreciate you being nice to me, but you never let me be unscrupulous, and I'm trying to give you a break right away, and I wasn't much of a trainer.

It's your father who gives you the most balanced instruction. But your father is the leader of Ortus (Don). He's too busy to go with his training every day. You can't help it all, can you? I can't even say I'm selfish.... but I haven't even seen my face in training lately, so my daughter misses me a bit. I won't cry!

Let's start with the prep movement.

"Ha!

So my teacher changes on a daily basis, but I've been deciding to have Brother Juma included in that teacher for quite some time. It was finally achieved by asking Mr. Saura from me. I was reluctant to finish, though.

So I don't know, I just rubbed it off for a second and Brother Juma gets scolded like a ghost. Even though my brother Juma is a ghost! It's kind of pathetic, so I'm careful not to get hurt as much as I can.

"I should have rather been a little hurt. The injury is a medal, isn't it?

"I don't know if it's as good as a little injury, but it's not gonna be a medal."

However, I don't think it's useless to just care anymore because brother Juma himself is the type who won't punish you at all for being scolded!

It's after lunch, so I'm going to do a thorough prep exercise, because I had a break of about half an hour, which I think would be fine, but my brother Juma's training is intense. If you don't get used to your body here, it'll be tight later. But! Brother Juma's training is rigorous from that preparatory movement.

"Dude, you can't go any further. Ten more times!

"Oh, I don't have to do this prep exercise anymore, do I?

I think you're moving to training before you know it. That's funny, I was just flexing or something, so why are you already abs? And no matter how much strength you get, your child, your abs are working so hard, the limit is twenty times. Brain muscle, huh!

"Hey, are you serious? Arms up, you've only got five, right?

"Pull! Pull!

I wish I could do it ten times when it comes to arm lifting. Even if I train every day, it's this, so I'm really good at magic. I can't help but scratch on the fleshmen. Gu.

"Okay, then let's start training -! Uh... after a little break."

"So, please, Shimazu..."

And well, at this rate, the child's body is helo with just what Brother Juma calls "a slight prep exercise". The moment I raised my leg with my leg up abs, I quite enjoyed that demon's abs that the pong and leg were pushed down and still raised again without putting it on the floor... What does Brother Juma want me to go for?

That's how I complain in my brain, but I don't put it in my mouth. Because I'm the one who asked for Brother Juma's rigorous training. It's a mistake to complain. It is...... just a few more minutes, so I want you to consider saying you are just a child! I can't move at this stage all the time! So this isn't training, so we're going to ask Sizuk for help.

"Shizuku..."

"Lord, it's a hard mode day, isn't it? Is that the usual one? I'll take care of it."

Yes, this is what always happens when I'm brother Juma. Shizuku's, because having him sprinkle just a little bit of physical recovery pills will finally allow him to move a little. It stops only a little, because it doesn't train you to be completely happy.

So I can stand and exercise again, just because, the fatigue remains. When Kurli and the big water-colored wolf Sizku spin, the fog of medicine on me and I recover. Phew, that's okay.

"Thank you, Sizuk!

"Uhm, good luck, Lord."

Squeezed up, I bow my head when I thank Shizuku, asking him again to turn to Brother Juma.

"Oh, is that enough? Okay, here we go!

That's how they put up water cannons and shook their bodies at brother Juma, who laughed niggardly. Mm, warrior trembled. Shh!

Then a few hours later, there was me at the training ground athletic, trying my best to get wet and fall down. Oh, I don't want you to worry about it because it's the usual thing.

By the way, there's no such thing as what kind of training you were doing. Even Brother Juma's water cannon attacks continue to be avoided with the restriction that he will not come down from athletics. So if you don't hit it, it won't get wet. And now I'm soaking wet. I want you to guess.

"Well, that's it for today's training! You're getting better, Meg! I could barely guess the first half of the day."

"Oh?... then good..."

And I do my best. Patali. I can't do this anymore. I can't even talk face to face. I haven't even lost consciousness, but I don't feel like I can move. Haha and laughed, I was held up by Brother Juma. Considering it was initially held by the small side, it is just a considerable advance that is being properly sidelined. Brother Juma also learned that he was going to learn.

"Until a while ago, it was enough to need a nap. Think about it, it's awesome, Meg. Is that true?

I guess. You'll feel confident if you say so. Honestly, it's always a miserable failure, so it makes sense. I was just beginning to dents. With my eyes closed, I laugh happily and slightly nimanima.

"You're a tease except for magic, aren't you? There are no other means of attack or self-defence. At times of need, my body reacts on its own so that I can avoid attacks. We even have to hit the attack, we can figure it out, right?

Brother Juma says that as he leaves the training ground with me in his arms. I see, was there such an intention in this training? Brother Juma, who shoots at me, is getting mucky, so I thought it was an extension of the play. Forgive me.

"Conversely, it means you'll be hit once and for all. I also have all sorts of junctional demon props, so yes, it won't be a risk to my life, but you can't rely too much on that. Depending on the location and the opponent, the magic equipment may not react properly either."

Really, I'm honestly surprised you were thinking this far. No, I'm really sorry. It's bullying - sorry I was so trained! You're too much to argue with!

Neither did I forget the incident when the human continent was flown about twenty years ago. I felt terribly sorry for you then. More, how much did you wish you had the strength?

"With Meg now, those guys can avoid an attack. I don't have the strength and muscle strength, but I'm pretty light. So be confident!

Haha, I'm brother Juma who says with a laugh, but I can't believe that word alone. 'Cause it's always a miserable failure. It's obvious because Brother Juma is the opponent, but I don't know how much I can fight in action.

But yes, you have permission from your father. You have to keep your mind on this so you can be in action whenever you want! Having recovered only slightly in Brother Juma's arms, I clenched my fists small.

"Juma, bring Meg in like this again..."

"Because I can't use magic."

"There would be as many ways to wrap it in a towel or something, wouldn't there?

When I reached the guild's hall, I crossed from my brother Juma into Mr. Shrier's arms. Brother Juma laughs blatantly, without even cowering at Mr. Shrier's crackling voice that reminds him of the icy spot. He is always the owner of an amazing heart.

Fluffy and warm wind engulfed me the moment Mr. Shrier held me back. Thanks to that, it dried up in an instant that I was visionary to my underwear. It's as comfortable as if you had sun-drenched in the light of a soft day. That's Mr. Shrier. Wind contract Spirit Neffrey properly, it would be the combined moves of the Spirit of Heat or Fire.

"Thank you, Shrier."

"This much is fine, Meg. But please take a proper bath. You can't warm up to the core of your body."

"Huh..."

He's going to fall asleep before he takes a bath, thanks to his gentle hand and fluffy enveloping me. I couldn't stand the yawn as I replied, and, uh, I opened my big mouth. I'm sorry for your bad behavior.

"Ooh, ooh. At this rate, may I ask Maryla to take a bath with me today?"

Mr. Shrier laughing with Couscous. Getting Mr. Maryla to take a bath is also becoming a rule during Brother Juma's training. I'm kind of sorry, but Maryla herself would be so happy, and I'd rather be honestly sweet on this day of bathing together, as it seems to be in the notebook.

"Nice to meet you, please, I did..."

"Hehe, it's cheap for you. Always adorable, but tired Meg looks cute back at a young age"

'Cause I can't turn Lu Rhythm around. I'm sure I'll fall asleep today without dreaming. I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to have dinner. I can't beat a sleeper than I am hungry. This is the usual, too.

So as it stands, I take a bath with Maryla in my dreams, she takes good care of me, and at some point I dive into bed and fall asleep. This is how my day passes so quickly. Good night!