Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

It crosses a bran that kicks up the ground vigorously, gushing, rushing between obstacles and jumping over 10 obstacles in the order specified.

First jump over a vertical disorder with the first, second, third and about the height of a person's chest. Then fly the obstacles that will require height and flight distance: 4, 5 and the oxer fault.

If you look only at the next obstacle without looking aside from the obstacles arranged in a complicated order, Bran, who sensed the end of my gaze, jumps over the obstacle to match his gaze. And six, seven and over the vertical fault that raised the height above the first three, the last three are a combination of the oxers; eight, nine and over the oxer fault, to the oxer fault of the last.

The oxer fault of the last is not the same as before. Because the width is narrow and the height and distance of flight increases, the speed of the horse, the concentration of the rider and the bradycardia are tested.

The horse is sensitive to a slight anomaly of the rider. So even for a moment, the horse hesitates to the width of only a body thread or a height that is more than his height, and when he fears, he hesitates to feel that heart.

And as a result,

Gah! Garang, garang, garang! Zuscher!

"Dear Doyle!

Blanc caught the bar on his leg the moment he jumped over the Oxar disorder because of me hesitating for a moment because of the last disorder. I'm shaken off by Bran, who's disfigured by the recoil that caught my disability on my leg, and I'm going down.

The reins were gripping to keep Bran from stepping on his head, but he was dragged over the ground because of it. It's better than being trampled with a horse's foot. But this hurts plain.

That way, I don't know how many more times I've had a horse slam, and Ballado rushes up to me with the cures that Senior Leo had for me.

"Are you okay!? Dear Doyle!"

"- Gee ho. Yes, it is."

The shock that fell off my back held my breath for a moment. but it has been done so far with a body wound and a scratch. I appreciate a sturdy body that doesn't matter a bit or softly.

"Dear Doyle. You won't dare to wash away the soil."

"Please."

I don't know how many times. Ballado, who has gotten used to taking care of horse slaughter, washes and treats tequila and wounds.

I breathed relief in the pain that gradually pulled away along with the feeling of liquid flowing through the wound.

I use more cures than I can count anymore, but all of these are handmade by Seniors Leo. Leo seniors just made it and the effect is not much different from the ready-made product. However, they offer it for almost the same price as the cost of materials because it was made by students. Thank you to generous men and gentle seniors because if it was the price of the original treatment, it would be a terrible amount by now.

It was yesterday that angered His Royal Highness and took Lute's battle.

That day I ended up in this place where Dr. Hengst guided me just to get ready for a handicap flight.

And I started practicing the next day, but today on the second day, there are still no satisfactory results to go.

Even though I say the battle is tomorrow, this is how I do it over and over again, falling horses due to the oxer disorder of the last.

I'm just in a hurry, and I'm disgusted with my heart for not being able to overcome my fear. Even though my head knows that my specs and Bran's abilities make it easy to fly, I have the courage to rush into the obstacle at a lot of speed.

Nature and sigh spilled when I saw the Oxar disorder that I couldn't fly.

Speaking of handicap overflights in this school, I refer to five vertical and oxer handicaps each, arranged in the order I was flying earlier.

The rules are also easy and the winner of those who have finished flying all obstacles in a shorter time. The fast one ends in about the first half of 80 seconds. At that time, if one fault is missed, 5 seconds are added, if the bar is dropped, 1 second is added per bottle; if the order of flight is incorrect, 3 seconds are added per trip, and the horse fall is added 10 seconds per trip. Incidentally, the school's fastest current record is 80 seconds 12.

The biggest difficulty in this course is the oxer disorder, where only one horse in the last can get through critically. This oxer disorder is the bender, not only narrow in width, but also long in height and flight distance. I can't get over it unless the horse rushes through at top speed and flies without killing its momentum, but its narrowness stirs fear.

It is not easy to overcome that fear, and it is implicit understanding among the students that the oxer disorder of this last is so critical to dare fail and acquire a way to deal with it when it falls.

But to beat Lute perfectly, this last obstacle must also be able to fly without mistake.

Perhaps Lute flies this oxer fault.

I might catch a bar, but at least I should be able to score a goal without falling off horses. How do you know that, because the Sturp family, Lute's home, makes horse breeding a business.

Naturally, his son, Lute, would be good at equestrianism. Because I am confident that I will fly this Oxar obstacle, I have specified this method of battle. Naturally, he also seems to have some skills on horses.

I have no objection to what Lute has challenged in his area of expertise. It is a normal feeling to think of fighting on a stage that is more in your favor.

Besides, Lute is no match for me, no matter what. It has nothing to do with shifting accommodation where I have proven my ability to study. So since Lute has been challenging the battle, I expected it to be a horse battle if I were to. The time has come to try.

And whatever the contents of the battle, I have a reason why I can't pull it off.

That's why I paid the price of being stunned by His Highness. At any rate, I want to beat him up before he's perfect in his area of expertise, so that Lute can never be in front of His Highness again.

I'm good at horseback riding, and Bran is a first-class product.

First of all, you have nothing to lose.

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"Sashima"

"It's okay, Bran. Sorry to bother you."

'I can't believe it's annoying!

Hihin! and laughs worryingly at Bran that he's okay. It doesn't make sense for me to be scared that the corner bran is capable of riding even first-class products. I think Bran is a very good horse who lets me practice the same thing over and over and over and hang out with me without being stunned by the same failures.

"Dear Doyle. I'm done with the scratches, so now I'm gonna hit you."

"Oh."

The treatment of the scratch, which was all over the right side of the body, is over, and the next thing I know, I will give you my back, as I was told. Balad treats me without saying anything. I really feel very sorry for Balad watching my practice with a look like he wants the practice to stop itself instead of treating it.

"Dear Doyle. It's all over."

"Oh. Thanks"

Apologize in your heart to Ballado as he silently clears away the cures as he gets his clothes done. Whatever you think inside, Ballad, who cooperates in what I do in silence, is a service I have no body to serve.

"Dear Doyle, why don't you take a break? I just ran out of the cure I received from my current horse drop, so I'll get an extra portion as I make some tea."

"Hmm? Oh. Okay."

"Dear Doyle, please do not practice alone."

"............ I know. I'm waiting for you to come back."

"I beg you, Master Doyle. If something happens to you while you're away, you can't regret it."

"I understand."

"Best regards,"

He pushes me hard and I snort with a bitter laugh. He snorted at me, carefully removing Bran's saddle, and then Ballado crossed Amaro with an empty bottle.

All I can think about is a bitter laugh just like that.

I am deeply grateful to Balad for showing me around but not mouthing what I do.

So he muttered "thank you" to Balad's back as he stretched his back and left across Amaro. I can't tell you directly yet, but I'm going to apologize to everyone when this battle is over. Of course Ballado doesn't show his face here, as I say. Seniors Eleonora to the Lutzes and Seniors Leo. Then, to Your Highness, too.

I think of someone who must have hurt me deeply and close my eyes.

All I can think of is, satisfactorily, 'I left it to you! smile at times like' Why!? 'That's my face when I screamed.

"Your husband?"

Open your eyes to Bran's voice. Bran, sliding his face in front of me, seems to be trying to cheer me up. Stroke Bran's nostrils with a sleigh and a face, and pull the reins.

"You and I are taking a break. Drink some water and get some rest. I'll ask you again when Ballard gets back."

"Pleasure!

Pull Bran's reins, who replied energetically, and move him to the drinking area. I stroked the neck of a gentle horse who was willing to accompany me to practice everywhere, pompous instead.

Hiheen! And I gently wipe Bran's body, which I hissed gladly, and I sit right down on the fence with my back.

And I looked at the obstacles lined up.

Bran can definitely fly.

That's faster than any horse, too.

The self-appeal at that first meeting is not Dada.

The feeling of running other obstacles is faster and better than any horse I've ever ridden.

If so, then I'll just trust Bran, who then rushes into the obstacle at a high speed.

Bran can fly if I'm not afraid.

Tell yourself to make a self-suggestion. But I can't wipe my instinctive fear no matter how much I think with my head.

Indeed, in the memory of previous life, the horse has a maximum speed of 75 km/h. Perhaps the animals of this world are stronger and more capable than the animals in the memory of previous life. Isn't Bran and others out at over 80 mph?

I'm half scared of this.

Live and fly a gap of about one door to a height of 2 meters at speeds above 80 mph. I feel even more speed for the narrow minutes no matter how much the fault would be made of wood, and Bran's body tilts to about 45 degrees while flying. Honestly, I'm more scared than a jet coaster or something for a living.

I've gone into the Oscar fault of the last dozen times already, but no matter how many times I fly, I'm close to getting a slight force in my hands and body. I know my body wouldn't hurt a lot, but it doesn't lose its fear.

Stand up, next to Bran. I'll put water from my head, too.

I wonder if there's a good way to break the current situation on the grand tour, and I'll water it over and over so I can cool my boiled head.

Unlike spears, equestrianism doesn't have the spiciness to repeat itself because if you do it, you get the skills you just did it. In addition to the skills I already possessed, I also acquired skills that corrected the leap distance of [clapping] and [heavenly running horses] that corrected for speed. Equestrianism, if you do it, you have something to wear, and I know Bran can run faster than any horse if I throw away my fear.

It's not going to be a waste of effort.

No matter how scared you are, no matter how much it hurts, I can try as many times as I want. Because there's no such thing as a decade of pointless spear swinging, knowing there's no such thing.