Phew! Hung-!
“… … .”
The students of the fencing department who were vigorously jumping over the metal rope today, as usual, were either knocked down by the metal rope or gasping for breath due to exhaustion, and they were just blankly watching their instructor’s training.
No, isn’t that closer to torture than training?
It’s an unrealistic sight that’s hard to believe even if you see it.
“… Hey, Master. Is it normal for knights to train like that?”
“Don’t be sarcastic, just call me by my name, mercenary.”
“Huh, you’re making fun of the map.”
“You started it first.”
A young man and a boy fought.
Although they were both the same age, Garland, the mercenary disciple who was very rough and tough, looked older than the other mercenary disciple because he was a descendant of a noble family.
However, Arno Offen, a descendant of the nobles, was envious of Garland’s manly appearance, unlike his childish self, but tried not to show it and refuted it.
“… Don’t ask the obvious. What kind of knight would do such crazy training?”
“You’re doing it right now, right?”
“That’s why I find it hard to believe the whole time I’m watching it.”
“… I see.”
What a sight to see someone swinging an 80kg iron bar around without hesitation on an iron club.
Even if you tell this to others, probably no one will believe you.
It was such an unbelievable sight.
Knock! Knock!
Every time the instructor swung the rebar-tipped baton, an ominous howl came from his body.
It sounds like a bone breaking, but if you listen closely, that’s not the case.
That’s the sound of a muscle being torn.
The scream of muscles.
“Ugh!”
The groans came from their mouths, not the instructor’s.
It comes automatically because I’ve been through that pain.
One of the phenomena that occurs when you systematically train to become stronger from a young age.
The pain of a torn muscle.
It is no exaggeration to say that it is an injury, it is terrifying.
“That hurts. Kunta, I don’t like being sick.”
A boy with an exotic appearance and awkward speech.
Kunta, who was a head taller than Garland, who was quite tall, shuddered.
Although he is somewhat clumsy, he is pure and untainted, which makes his expressions of emotion all the more sincere.
I know now that the sound of that tearing, that act of muscle tearing is a pain beyond imagination.
‘It hurts like crazy… No, it can’t be explained by just saying it hurts.’
It feels like my insides are burning, like my flesh is being cut with a knife.
The more severe the tear, the more intense the pain became and the more unbearable it became.
… I’m sure that’s true.
“Instructor, doesn’t that hurt?”
“It hurts. But it’s bearable.”
“… Instructor, this is strange.”
“It’s strange. Any knight can do this.”
“… … That’s a lie.”
“Oh, I’m not fooled by this.”
A lie that even the most clumsy Barbarian wouldn’t fall for.
I was going to give it a try, but unfortunately Kunta moved away from him.
Of course, that said, I was observing his training until the end.
Kwang.
“Hoo!”
The ground vibrates as I put down the crowbar.
He placed the iron club somewhere roughly, wiped his sweaty body with a towel, and immediately picked up his special jump rope.
A 50kg steel rope, ‘slightly’ heavier than the 10kg the cadets were carrying.
The dumbbells each had a handle weighing 20 kg.
I wanted to make the rope heavier, but then it would become too big to turn, so 10kg was the limit.
It’s a shame.
However, just as one must use one’s gums when one has no teeth, Lee Han, trying to be satisfied with a different sense of weight, passed the iron rope as it was.
Swish swish swish!
Slowly but surely.
My muscles tremble as I fill in the numbers one by one.
There were times when he accidentally hit his skin with a “dah” due to a mistake along the way, but Lee Han ignored the pain and continued running.
Boom! Kwuung! Kwuung-!
The floor shook every time he jumped, and people could hardly stand up properly.
What is that?
They just stood there dumbfounded, their eyes wide with shock.
“You guys aren’t going to do it? How long are you going to slack off?”
“Instructor, are you still able to speak in this condition?”
“Even if you don’t have it, you should have the time to nag at those who slack off.”
“… It’s not a joke.”
“Everyone says that with their mouths.”
“seed…!”
So, Master Jo started jumping rope again.
This is such a crazy chain!
I will definitely break it off someday.
Swish! Swish!
With renewed vigor, they turned the iron chain at a speed much slower than Lee Han.
A speed that was infinitely far away for him, who could easily turn a steel rope that was much heavier than them.
“… How much stronger do you want to become?”
“At least I always try to be stronger than you guys.”
“… … .”
The cadets were even more afraid because it seemed like those words were not false.
* * *
Lee Han was not embarrassed to practice in front of others.
On the contrary, it would have been more uncomfortable to just order others around and watch.
At the very least, I should be able to do what I tell others to do, and wouldn’t practicing it more diligently and with more brutality be a stimulus to others?
‘After this is over, I’m going to wrestle with that Kunta guy.’
That guy, he’s a great guy.
He was more skilled than anyone else in bare-handed combat.
He is probably the strongest unarmed cadet among the cadets.
That’s why it’s better.
Because it gives me a practice partner in the martial arts skills I needed anyway.
Although his odds of winning are higher than his opponent’s, this is because he is ahead of him in brute force, and Kunta’s technical perfection is actually higher.
In addition, Arno participates in swordsmanship duels.
There is a garland in the window.
I want to stick with that Roen guy too.
‘That guy, he’s strangely avoiding me.’
Perhaps he is avoiding it because he is afraid that if he sticks to it, his true feelings will be revealed.
Weird guy.
‘Well, I guess I get what you’re worried about.’
Above all, it is difficult to be stubborn because there is something [guessed] going on.
An incurable disease unique to war returnees.
I can feel it from him.
‘… I guess regressors have their own troubles.’
It was Lee Han who tried not to touch it by force.
Because it was a disease that wasn’t someone else’s problem.
at that time.
“Instructor, instructor.”
“…Huh? Do you have anything to say, Cadet Number 2?”
“It’s Irene, Instructor. But more importantly, why am I number 2? Not number 1!”
She is my next-door neighbor and the first one I met among the cadets, so she asks why I am not number 1.
Since he was the number 2 target for surveillance, it was not natural to call him number 2, so it was a reasonable excuse.
“So who told you to fail the physical test so often? You were supposed to be the youngest, but we know each other so we made you number 2. So be thankful.”
I decided to go out shamelessly.
“… Fact violence is bad, Instructor.”
“What’s bad and too much is your stamina, Cadet Irene.”
“Ugh… .”
Irene Windler.
The only magic student in the swordsmanship department.
When they first saw her, countless male cadets blushed and tried to avoid her.
Wasn’t it a beauty like a fairy?
Long blonde hair that looks like gold thread and eyes that look like blue jewels.
Even skin as white as porcelain, without any blemishes.
It is comparable to the beauty of the mysterious race of fairies.
He is also a wizard with special mysteries.
It was enough to steal the hearts of male cadets in an instant.
… but now.
‘It can’t be easy for your athletic ability to decline like that.’
Everyone now looks at her with concern rather than blushing.
It’s like looking at a puffer fish that might die at any moment.
‘It was shocking.’
Even noble ladies with limbs as thin as tree branches would gasp for breath after jumping rope a hundred times for the first time, but Irene was different.
‘Is it human to fall down after doing three?’
She jumped rope ‘three times’, sweating profusely and panting for breath.
It’s not even a heavy jump rope.
It was a really light string.
But he was jumping rope like some kind of marionette.
How can the arms and legs move independently?
At that level, I start to suspect that there is some defect in the human body.
So, I showed it to the recovery room priest, wondering if there might be a hidden illness, and the priest spoke with a look of disbelief on his face.
– You, you just seem to have a serious lack of stamina? What is it? How did you go about your daily life to have such poor stamina? Even if you’re a wizard, you should have basic strength, but why are you like this… .
… Later on, I heard that Irene uses magic in all aspects of her daily life.
She was so talented that she could use the basic magic [telekinesis] as if it were her own hands and feet.
-Since when have you been living like that?
-That, that’s when magic became available?
-So when is that?
-… Twelve.
-… … .
It was natural that he would be weaker than a three-month-old baby, as he was a patient who had been bedridden for seven long years.
She was literally a chick cadet who was just a joke, but her body was as weak as a real chick.
She is number one.
… from behind.
“Whew, Cadet Irene, who is weaker than our chicks. Are you doing well in improving your eating habits these days?”
“Ma, I’m eating a lot of meat and vegetables, just like you said.”
“Yes, cadets, you don’t need to worry about your health right now. You can eat anything. You need to gain weight first before you can do anything. Make sure you eat at least five meals a day.”
“…yes.”
“Do you understand? This is the realm of survival. Survive! Eat more to survive!”
“……yes.”
An uncertain answer.
I’m anxious, I’m anxious.
As expected.
“Are you living while restraining yourself from magic as much as possible?”
“That, that….”
“… Please, at least try not to use magic when you go to school. I’m saying this for your sake.”
“……yes.”
… when will this chick become stronger than the chicken?
No, but will there ever come a day when I can gain human-level stamina before that?
‘It’s not for nothing that the protagonists of romance novels fall over so often. They get hurt so often because their bodies are so weak.’
Romance novel heroine special.
He falls down often, gets hurt often, and eventually becomes sick and suffers from diarrhea.
But there is always a reason for weakness.
It was Lee Han who gave a pitiful look, and Irene felt a pang.
I’m embarrassed for no reason.
[I’m glad you know how embarrassing it is, Arin. I still feel ashamed of you, though.]
‘Shut up, you bitch! I know I’m embarrassed!’
I just used magic because it was so convenient, but who would have thought that it would weaken me to the level of a patient?
In a way, choosing to take the swordsmanship course was a stroke of genius.
If not, I would have become a puffer fish that dies even if I step on gravel.
‘I can still jump rope 10 times now!’
[…I am proud.]
The ghost girl’s bitter nagging.
Irene blushed in shame and tried to shake her head, when he asked her.
“But why did you talk to me? Do you have something to say?”
“Oh, that’s right!”
She was startled and opened her mouth hurriedly, saying that she had lost sight of her original purpose because of the small talk.
“No, it’s nothing else, teacher. I think there’s going to be a disruptor in class today. That’s why I wanted to apologize in advance…”
“A troublemaker, hmm, are you talking about ‘that’?”
“…yes?”
“That one, that one.”
“… … .”
Irene turned her head slightly.
There was someone there who was like a piece of trash that Lee Han had called, and Irene, without even knowing it.
“Oh! That’s right, that one.”
Professor Odwall Bernard of the Faculty of Magic ended up calling it that.
