In My Second Life, I Could See My Skills, so the More I Trained, the More Peerless I Became

As part of the lesson, my profession, “Sorrower(sorcerer)” is strengthened only by the servant, and the correction of the person is completely zero. The essential familiar is also a lizard-sized lizard (Ajinryu).

On top of that, the classes were all about professions and skills, with little to no discussion of status.

Even if I did, it would be a bit of a hassle if I told them that I have about 70 trillion in status, and even if I didn’t, I don’t think they would believe me.

It’s a good thing that you’re not the only one who can’t afford to buy a new one.

And yesterday, in a mock battle with Nanchara-kun, I showed an almost one-sided victory, the misunderstanding that I was weak was cleared up, the school caste was cleared up, and there was nothing special to say …… about it.

Well, I knew it.

Even if this is a vocational training school, and there are people with occupations and skills that might be useful in combat, like Nunchaku-kun, most of them are former Japanese people who have lost all their peace.

It’s not about skills or occupation, it’s more about my poor communication skills and the constant sense of intimidation that seems to be exuding from my unfamiliar environment.

In fact, yesterday’s incident seems to have further accelerated the degree to which I’m a loner.

Why not. ……

“Why did you do it so spectacularly yesterday again?”

I didn’t mean to imply that. ……

I didn’t …… think I was doing anything fancy.

Rather, the intimidating directivity was aimed only at Nachara-kun. I didn’t think that all the students would be involved with just a little intimidation.

…… No, if I feel like it, I can stun all the earthlings with a magical power of 100 or less. I can’t wipe out the sweetness of my thoughts about this case.

But … isn’t it too weak? No, are there people who haven’t fainted?

In that sense, Komei-kun, who still talks to me like this even after being intimidated by me, might be amazing.

However, as far as I can see in the appraisal, it seems that he does not have unique skills, and the factor that can withstand my intimidation is mental tolerance Lv7 …… But the status is only about 350 on average, and that degree of spirit I thought that if it was tolerant, I would faint with the intimidation that I was “irritated”.

Gain, even though now the intimidation should be even greater than before due to the change in environment and the sudden rise in status during summer vacation.

Aren’t you afraid of …… me? Well, people who talk to me like that are valuable and I’m sure grateful.

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And so, a month has passed since I transferred to this vocational training school.

I’m not a very good sleeper, so my morning starts with Ichika-chan pulling the covers off of me.

I’m not a morning person, so Ichika-chan is in charge of my breakfast.

They say that strength training will help you wake up from sleep, but I guess that comes with the provision of ‘moderate’.

I mean, the extra physical education and the half-hearted training in occupational and skill exploration that I’ve had since I came to this school has put a lot of stress on my body and mind.

My first run was only three kilometers, and I did only a hundred sit-ups, push-ups, and squats each, missing an order of magnitude.

On top of that, the combat drills are observed because the intimidation could cause the entire school to faint in the aftermath alone.

However, it is also a fact that my body tingles when I see my classmates who are enthusiastic about training. In such a situation, I am trying to increase the pressure with magical power for the time being, but because I am forced to exercise with a feeling of incomplete combustion at school, it is a battle training using a nightly alter ego so as to relieve my tension. I’m absorbed in it.

Because of this, I always fall asleep exhausted, which tends to accumulate fatigue from the previous day, and I also feel like I don’t get enough sleep.

It would have been unbearable if I hadn’t nourished my wits with Ichika-chan’s homemade breakfast, which was becoming more and more delicious every day.

For that reason, the intimidation that had become rather controllable leaked out a bit.

So I finished my breakfast, and Ichika-chan took me by the hand as I walked to school.

When we leave the detached flat and arrive at the school, I can feel their fear of me and longing for Ichika-chan.

In case you’re wondering, I heard that Icchika-chan’s two names have recently changed from “Ice Witch” to “Mad Dog User”, and that mad dog could possibly be me?

In the mock battle, many of the students in the school were stunned by the intimidation of Nanchara-kun and others, or the intimidation that is becoming more and more uncontrolled every day is not good, or it looks like the dog is being pulled by the leash, because Ichika-chan is usually pulling my hand when I move.

I can kind of guess where it came from, but it’s supposed to be the role of the acolyte to follow a mad dog – or something like that …….

When I blurted out such a thing, Komei-kun would talk to me.

I mean, Komei-kun is the only person I can call a friend of mine at this school. Komei-kun is also very popular, so he usually talks to people other than me, and Ichika-chan isn’t always on my side.

Naturally, the majority of the time at school is alone.

However, for me who found the new pleasure of fighting training with my alter ego, I can no longer be satisfied with the air chair that increased the pressure with magical power and the secret muscle training.

I think that studying itself is interesting because there is new learning while reviewing what I learned in my previous life, but there is more information than can be obtained by physical education that requires half-hearted exercise and blunt appraisal. Since the mock combat, the time for exploring the profession and skills of the entire tour is nothing but boring.

Because of that boring and incomplete P.E. and exploration, I felt my control of intimidation becoming less and less day by day – I mean, I was frustrated, and I decided to take a chance and tell my teacher.

“Do you mind if I don’t go to PE and explore?”

The answer was.

“I’ve been wondering whether I should ask you for help ever since that incident,” he said simply.

It is something to say.

That’s why I don’t have to go out for physical education and quests from today, so I’ll be back early. When I told him I was going home early, Ichika-chan would go home with me.

Well, Ichika-chan, like me, has physical education and quests, who can see more than me with a keen eye, will have little to gain from profession / skill quests, and I think it was boring.

I’m not sure if I’m being conceited, but I’d be very happy if it was something like I’m going home and you’re going home with me. …… If it was the other way around, I’d definitely go with Ichika-chan!

And so it was evening.

In my previous life, I knew people who broke up because of dissatisfaction with the division of household chores, so I tried to share as much as possible, but cleaning and laundry is faster and cleaner when done with Ichika-chan’s magic.

The food for lunch and dinner is also far more delicious than me, whose cooking skill level is over 21.

The only chores I do are throwing the trash in the dungeon, maybe helping the kids?

In case you’re wondering, I also set up an infinite summoning camp of slimes at the top of the dungeon to break down the trash; they’re mooks of about lvl 100, but they’ll eat anything from iron can trash.

I was a little worried that one day Ichika-chan would explode with anger over the lack of division of household chores and lose her affection for me, but to make such worries go away, I went to the lowest level of the dungeon while taking out the trash and trained with my alter ego in combat.

I think I can go to bed earlier because I don’t have to go to PE and explore from today.

I’m sure my sleep will be better tomorrow, and I’ll at least make breakfast.

With these thoughts in mind, I entrusted my body, tired from combat training, to my bed and fell into a melting sleep.