Magic Robot Aluminare

"First of all, congratulations to those who were able to come here today. But don't float. What sits next to you will be a rival with fewer seats in three years -"

Pilot training at a nursery school (academy). Sitting in that line, I was biting my yawn off, listening to the dean's thanksgiving words.

Wrapped in an Academy uniform. Whereas Armunale Squad uniforms are pure white school runs, Academy clothes come in different colors. It is a gray school run.

I heard it when I got my uniform, but the Academy students are still raw stones that aren't polished enough and their colors are dull. They're allowed to wear that white uniform when they can polish it up and shine.

When I hear it that way, I often think of this dull colored uniform as well.

"- Then I expect your good fight."

I'm finally done talking about the dean. If you look at the schedule, that should be the end of the greetings related. Later, today's appointment ends with a split reclamation for each department.

And I heard a sigh beside me. This sigh is very likable as the other students listen seriously to the dean.

A sneak peek over there looked at the sandalwood, as if a woman with black hair that would be sucked in would stare at even her parents' enemies. Same goes for the maid Setta, but brunettes are still good stuff. Inspired by previous life.

And you noticed my gaze, look here. Those eyes were red against expectations. After all, this is a different world.

"What is it?

"Oh, no. I'm sorry, it's nothing. Just hear the sigh."

"Really? I'm sorry to bother you."

Oh, maybe surprisingly polite.

Your liking is on the rise.

"Never mind. I can't wait to be around people who are asking me seriously. I like you better."

"Yes."

You're not willing to talk any more, the woman has put her gaze back on sandalwood again.

Apparently, he's not willing to get along. Well, we're going to be rivals in the future, of course.

"Now we close the admissions ceremony. After this, follow the instructions of the teachers in the respective disciplines"

In tune with the MC's voice, the teachers who stood around start guiding.

"Here's what I'm majoring in as a pilot! Come on, don't get lost!

A good Gatai man, similar to Captain Bodwan, was waving from the entrance to the auditorium.

The students who were around me gather towards me. I followed the flow to the bottom of the man.

"Okay, don't leave me because I'm going to class. If you leave, you'll be shipwrecked."

I am troubled because it is not a mistake.

The Academy's buildings are oval shaped surrounded by exterior walls and school buildings. The school building is seven stories long, and its number of classrooms exceeds a thousand.

Because classrooms in various disciplines are gathered there, there is a similar space in the labyrinth.

Lead the way down the hall with the teacher. Climbing up to the seventh floor and further down the hallway, he arrived until he hit. This penetrating wall appears to be the wall of the outer wall as it is.

"All right, here's your classroom. It's the farthest away place, so it's easy to remember."

"Hey, why are you so far away!

One student speaks up. That would be everyone's opinion.

"If you want to be a pilot, you need basic health. To work out from day to day, the pilot's classroom is set in the furthest distance. By the way, the special classroom you'll need to travel to is the other floor. We can't make it without a run."

There's a ghost...

"Let's just get in the classroom. Seats are free."

Is the classroom the size of a small conference hall, or about two classrooms for a school in a previous life?

There, all the pilots aspiring students have fitted in. In other words, there are about fifty of them all.

I'll sit in a properly open seat. Next door, an earlier woman who was following the stream.

"You're all in your seats. All right, this is Gazzle Ortiga, where I'll be your responsibility for the next year. He was a pilot for the Armunale squad, but he takes advantage of his injuries to get off the fuselage and invest in mentoring juniors. Every instructor but me is an ex-pilot just as well. So if there's something you don't understand, keep asking. And this is one piece of advice."

The look on the face of the gazzle instructor I've been smiling at turns into something serious.

"Perhaps everyone here went into this discipline for an Armunale pilot. But next year, less than a third of us will be in the same classroom."

To that word, tension runs to the students who were in the classroom.

"And there's probably less than five of us who can graduate. You know why?

Naturally. Thirty-two armunales, including everything in the kingdom, are now in operation. Thirty-three, no, because I have the fuselage I brought.

Not all of its fuselages are assigned new pilots every year. Every year a new pilot is assigned to the Armunale squad as an assistant to the current pilot, who, after several years in action, can finally ride the Armunale as a regular pilot.

So even if you let ten or twenty people graduate as pilots every year, you have no place to be assigned.

Seven of us made it to graduation last year safely in the field of pilots. Of these, only two were assigned to the Armunale squad as reserve pilots.

Even the five men mentioned by Instructor Gazzle are many if you look at the annual data.

"If you know why. From this day forward, you are not rivals. The presence next door is the enemy. It is a wall to grasp its own future. Always keep an eye on enemy trends and don't allow them to run out. And don't neglect your efforts from day to day to pull out even a step further than you are around. That's more than you want to talk to me about. After this, I have your first aptitude test. Get dressed for exercise and meet me on the ground. The dressing room is at the entrance to the grounds, so we can get dressed there."

That's all I have to say, Instructor Gazzle leaves the classroom.

The rest of us looked at each other worried about what to do at first, but we moved gradually and left the classroom behind at each decision. I also took a seat and headed to the dressing room.

I change into the athletic clothes I got before school and they come to the ground.

It's a plain, covered in huge domed ceilings. In addition, the forest extends in the corner of vision. The dome of the ceiling was a mixture of wood frames and glass, and the light of day was firmly incorporated.

Our pilots faculty were waiting for the arrival of the instructors as they created small groups for each of us and campaigned alone to prepare.

There, a gazzle instructor comes with several teachers.

"All right, gather around me. You don't have to worry about shape in particular."

Gather around the instructor as instructed. Coincidentally, that brunette once again stood next to me... coincidence, huh?

"As I said earlier, I'm going to get a proficiency test today. What I'm going to look into is basic health and sword moves, magic. Don't worry, we'll be running paper tests on Armunale in the afternoon."

Bitter laughter leaks from nowhere.

"At first, it's a basic health test. It's easy to do, have them run for me. We'll determine the score based on how far we've been followed. Then we leave in five minutes. Get ready by then."

That's all I tell you, Instructor Gazzle starts a preparatory campaign. If you see the instructors who followed you unwrapping their bodies in the same way, they'll come after us from behind and score.

I, too, unravel my body a little further away from where I'm gathered to do my prep exercise.

Just five minutes later, the assembly was hung up again and the basic health test began.

Pilots discipline facades starting to run through the meadows, with Gazzle instructors at the forefront.

They were all just aiming to be pilots, and for the first twenty minutes or so, they followed after instructor Gazzle without anyone falling off and running through the meadows.

But it's time for the shepherds to start coming out.

That's what I think as I look at the ground.

Anyway, this isn't a well paved road, it's a heavily weeded, uneven meadow. Depressions such as those stepped on by Almunale can also be seen everywhere.

This evil path should be quite an answer for those who were just building muscle with running. Hurry up and be alone.

I was running slightly backwards, so I immediately noticed the shepherd.

They push me backwards a little bit from the group, coming down right in front of me.

Your breath rises and your feet are unstoppable. I guess I was still pretty unscrupulous about this. Sweat is also great.

You should just fold this.

It's not a good idea to force him to run any further. Having decided that, I gently increase the speed and overtake the boy with an extra look.

The look on the faces of the male students I saw the moment I overtook them was colored by despair. And it stops my leg as it is. Then one of the faculty members running at the rear approached and whispered something to the student on the shoulder. The students collapsed on the spot and cried out.

Well, good luck next year.

All warm students are eliminated. I guess it's not a fall, but it would be the lowest grade. I've been stuck with a tough reality because it's soggy. Well, I'm not going to fall.

He ran another five minutes or so and two more fell off. With that, or the instructor increases his speed.

More than enough, with every twenty minutes, the number of shepherds increases.

I just kept running for an hour, and less than ten people are left. They, too, are desperately stuck to the speed of the instructor while similarly sweating from their foreheads.

Me, too, pretty tight on the inside. He was going to work out on the hunt, but he's still sweet to be a pilot.

"Huh, huh, huh"

Keep running for another thirty minutes so you don't disturb the pace, breathing regularly. Where the rest came to six, the instructor slowed it down.

"All right, I'm done testing my basic health. The remaining members will be full"

"Hey, come on! You did it!

"Oh."

"Oh, it's over..."

"Phew... Phew..."

Express joy to each one who poses as a gut, who breathes with his hands on his knees, and who falls silently on the spot.

Some of them were me and an example woman.

He is breathing slowly as he walks near the instructor. I didn't know women could follow me this far, but they seem to be working out pretty well.

"We've had enough breaks. Then we'll move on to the sword exam, all right?"

If you look closely, there are people around you who have fallen off on their way. Apparently, we were coming back to the starting position while we were running.

Those who have fallen off on the way are now willing to do better, and those who remained until the end are rubbing their muscles in desperate attempt to breathe and restore a little strength.

Me, too, sitting on the ground trying to regain strength.

"You do quite a bit."

An earlier woman has spoken there.

"Neither do you. You don't look so tired."

Women are sweating, but they don't even seem to disturb their breath as badly as they do around. I think I can still afford it.

"That's about as good as it gets. I'm not ready for those people. Besides, it looks like you can still afford it, too?

"Come on. Out of the way. Just stop. You might have to be patient."

"That's all you need to talk about."

"It's Eldo."

"Huh?"

"My name. Honestly, when we first got together in the classroom, I didn't think I had time to introduce myself."

"Oh, if you say so, you did. It's Leila. They said they were all enemies, so I never cared."

Indeed, the instructor said at the outset that they would all be enemies. That is why quite a few other students, without introducing themselves or anything else, are moving solo. But as far as I'm concerned, you think that's a bad idea.

"Maybe you should make some company"

"What do you mean?

"Thanks, it also looks like we're deliberately trying to break it off. Maybe we don't have zero chance of acting in pairs or groups later, do we? It shouldn't hurt to have some trusted members."

All in all, Armunale teams often move with at least five or, if more, ten or more members. I don't really think a guy who can't act as a group in that can pass the exam.

This competition cannot survive without a firm distinction between our fellow citizens and our enemies.

"That makes sense, if we could just move in pairs for now, would we be okay?

"Oh, if you suck at three, it's gonna be hard to pair up. If you want to invite them, they'll be the ones already paired up."

"Then let's move in pairs for a while. But don't get me wrong, it's only to get good grades."

"Oh, of course. Say hello."

Take the hand offered by Layla and stand up.

At the same time, exams for sword moves were initiated.

Let's conclude. I have no talent for swordsmanship!

No, because. They don't use swords in the first place. It's as good as using it to wield a knife for prey, and then it's a bow or magic.

So I've never trained a sword before.

Yeah, they did it in an instant.

Experimentally, I would fight the instructors in turn with weapons that I could use from a variety of weapons, but I ended up doing almost nothing. It was the first middle sword I gripped, and I took a structure that wasn't molded or anything, and it was stretched out with a blow when it was slashed looking good. Probably thought it was dangerous to wave the sword any more.

I don't even know what to do without a combination of magic...

And the top grader in this exam was Layla, who surrendered the instructor brilliantly. You don't play the instructor's sword in one blow and put a blade on your neck muscle or anything amateur. How many years of practice can you do that...

Well, the other guys seem to be fixing about the basics of sword moves, and I was in a good meeting with the instructor! It's just me, the only one stretched out with a blow!

Well, if you want to be a knight, maybe you're training for sword moves. If you're noble, even your parents can teach you about it.

I didn't expect you to sneer in here.

But the next exam is magic.

Magic is my specialty. I'll have to save it all at once here and push my grades up somewhat.

Once I was in the mood again, I was going to take my next exam.