Magic Robot Aluminare

"One hundred and sixty-two. Well done, students. One hundred and sixty-three. I am the commander here, Sam Solomon. One hundred and sixty-four. In a short period of time, but there will be much to learn here. One hundred and sixty five. I want you to absorb all sorts of things and help me."

Nobody has a word to give back to Commander Sam, who talks as he continues to squat. I mean, I don't know what to give back. More than that, I don't know what to do!

Look! Even Leon, who goes by cool everyday, is so convulsed that he can see the look on his face! As far as Batis is concerned, he's stomach down and laughing, and Leila looks at the commander with a chilled out eye. Those eyes suck. For once this is happening, because he's the greatest knight of Jakarta!

"As you introduced yourself, Commander Sam Solomon is the one who has command over Armunale in Jakarta. Armunale teams basically act separately into their own teams, but their destinations, operations, etc. are to be decided by the commander"

In other words, it is the orders of the Commander-in-Chief and the King that Armunale teams are dispatched from the King's Capital and Fortran to various locations. From there it is the commander of each base who decides in more detail and how many troops to deploy and so on.

I mean, this old man. You're supposed to say you're pretty good at directing operations against your muscular appearance. If that were the case, there could be no such thing as a commander of such a front-line base following a skirmish with the Obard Empire.

"Commander Sam, I will take care of all the students from today on"

"Um, one hundred and seventy. Starting tomorrow, we're planning a tour of the base. One hundred and seventy one. I can't accompany you to get out of the base because I need you, but I'll give you a guide. One hundred seventy-two. You should ask him if you have any questions. one hundred seventy-three."

"Thank you. Then we're done."

Commander Sam inadvertently stopped squatting as the instructor closed and tried to leave the room behind.

"Um, students, then. Now I expect to see you as a knight."

'.................. Yes!

If they say that, they'll miss you as a knight.

I don't know, I'm a seemingly strange person, but I feel like something is hidden that draws people to the verses of that word. Is this what you call charisma?

After the command facility, we're heading to the dorm where we're supposed to stay today. It's a four-story building not far from Command.

In addition to us, knights and mechanics usually use them, and they look at us with nostalgic eyes every time they're different. I'm sure he went from the academy to here and other bases in the same way.

On the ground floor of the dorm, we stop.

"Well, we'll split the room."

That's what the instructor sees Leila. Leila tilted her neck, not knowing why she was seen. Have you recently begun to forget that you are a woman because there are only men around you?

"Leila, depending on your wishes, it's possible to have a room alone."

Layla listens to the instructor and finally understands why she was seen.

"If that's the case, I'm fine. Never mind your gender, treat them like the rest of us. We can all pay back where we were attacked."

"Right. They're pathetic..."

To the instructor's sigh, a booming flew from the students.

Even the instructor would know Leila's sword moves and physical abilities. Over the past two years, you've been polishing your movements more and more, and your sword muscles are becoming vicious! Try crawling around like this at night, they'll cut you loose with your son in an instant!

"Well, if that's what you're saying, I'll have you in the room for four. Originally, it was just our room and two rooms for four."

Well, of course. It's working in groups, and lodging should be a group.

Wait, so if Leila wanted a room for one, you mean the other six would have been pushed into the room for four!?

"The first group is 2001, the second group is 2002. Meet me here tomorrow at 7: 00. Take a tour of the base after breakfast for all"

Copy that.

"Then we are dissolved here today. You are free to walk around the dorm, but don't bother. Dismissed."

'Good luck!

Closing with the same words as the end of the class, group action ends here.

Let's just go to your room.

"Right."

"Let's get to the city of the night"

"I would have just been told. He said he was free to walk around the dorm. I haven't gotten a pass yet. There's no way we can get out of the base."

"Oh no..."

We headed to the room we were given, grabbed and dragged by the collar for a little while.

Crisp time passes and the next morning.

Breakfast was served in the base cafeteria, but it tasted pretty good. A stable Viking format, a flavour that won't even take a pull from the Academy. Your body's a military man of capital, and it's important that your rice tastes good.

Get out of the dining room and head to First Hanger, your first tour destination today. So, they're joining the guide.

Going in front of the hanger, a skinny man stood at the entrance. Men, when they find us, they come close to us. Is he the guide?

"Nice to meet you, Academy student. I am Arnold Liot, and I am serving as Deputy Commander of the Jakarta Command. I'll be your guide today, thank you for your day."

He's a very polite man. He is like the opposite of that commander. He didn't stop squatting when he introduced himself.

After a mild introduction to each one, we all go into the first hanger.

There, two armunales were stored.

"What we have here is an alumnale that's under maintenance right now. It belongs to the Twenty-first and Twenty-sixth Armunale."

The two machines have been removed from armor and the internal mechanism is in a protruding state.

"These two planes are just returning from a buffer zone sentry mission, aren't they? It lasts about a month. It was my job to go around the buffer zone and the villages that come into contact with it in turn and see if there were any anomalies. The majority of the troops assigned to this base are on this mission. Seems like we didn't have to run into each other especially this time, but it looks like Obard has been getting a lot excited lately, and there are plenty of opportunities to collide. Most of the time you'll come back with a pain split."

Pain splitting... well, it's the worst thing you can do to get your fuselage taken. I guess we'll be cautious around each other.

"Despite being attacked, we don't attack from here. Sometimes people complain about it. But we will not march the Armunale to Obard. Is that why you know? Bye, Mr. Battis."

"Is it you...... because the Obard Empire has more holdings of Armunale. Is it?"

The total number of Armunales currently in operation in the Kingdom of Faithal is thirty-six. There have been about three more aircraft since two years ago.

The instructor told me that the plane I gave him worked.

Both the Obard Empire and the Faetal Kingdom know how many aircraft each possesses. And we use intelligence and reconnaissance units to figure out which position the aircraft is more or less present.

But my fuselage was stumbled upon in the mountains, far from Obard, and the Obard Empire doesn't know it exists. But once in town, it becomes a matter of time before the information is passed on to the Empire.

Commander Sam, who found out he had got a new aircraft there, proposed Operation Electric Shock. Repair that fuselage and put it on the front line faster than it can convey information about it to the target. Apparently it was just a piercing construction that built the exterior with spare parts and just stuck the generator in there.

The Commander-in-Chief authorized the operation, and the Empire was robbed of two aircraft by raids on uninformed aircraft.

However, even if we succeed in capturing two aircraft, the reality is that the number of Imperial fuselage holdings is still much higher.

The airframe held by the Empire is now forty-five, just as the Kingdom grasps it. If it hadn't been captured, there would have been forty-seven aircraft.

Indeed, if there is so much difference in the number of fuselages, it is difficult to attack them. But there should be fewer airframes actually in motion, as well as the security of the Imperial Capital and its borders with other countries. Not all airframes will collide with Faithful, so there will be as many ways to fight.

But Battis' answer is half correct, half incorrect.

"If it's a test, is it a sixty point place? Well, then, Leon, may I ask your answer?

"Yes, if each other fought an invasion war, the villages near the border of the Kingdom of Faithal would be devastated. That's not even human resources in Jakarta. To put it, it's like two beasts fighting each other's meat off. Then, even if you destroy the Empire, you won't be able to say you won because of great damage."

"Yeah, I can give you more than ninety points for the answer right now."

War is not just about bumping into each other in everything Armunale. Each has a victory condition, and to achieve that, there will be some sacrifice.

If each other sets up an invasion strategy, the defense will be thin and the imperial armunale we are currently receiving in the buffer zone will march towards the king's capital.

In that case, the towns on the road will be burned and many dead will be visible. Still, if the king were king, he might wage an invasion war ready for the sacrifice of the people. Fortunately, however, the King of Faithal is the type of king who cares about his people. For this reason, they are taking a method of warfare that strikes out those who attack them as they do today.

Well, actually, this doesn't mean we can't end the war. It may take a while, but as I promised Mr. Rene, if you take all the other side's fuselage, you win.

No, you don't have to take everything. Reduce it to even half the present, because of that strategic difference, and now Obard will have to fight to protect it.

It will take some time, but it should definitely be better than each other's countries coming out tens of millions and dead.

"That's not why we're just playing defense, either. I'll tell you later, we're working hard to strengthen the fuselage every day by developing new armaments, building more efficient manoeuvre machines (sense boards), and improving fuel consumption by generators. I also purchase information from various places for this purpose. I'm currently experimenting with the possibility of employing the manual controls that you guys have in mind in the Knights. It just seems so hard."

Well, sure, manual controls would be stronger if they could, but there's a lot to sacrifice for that. Anyway, my left hand is too busy to use.

Layla, Battis and Leon are also unhappy there, and these days they seem to be creative about whether they can make manual control of just the parts that can be manipulated with their feet. Sounds like you haven't made it.

Look, I didn't have a left arm in the first flight, and I went through my first fight, so I think it's okay to keep going. Even direct combat training, which began in three years, has so far been unbeaten. If I lose, I'll think of something!

"Shall we walk a little catwalk then? You've never seen the fuselage in a hangar, have you? There are many functions in the hangar for your convenience."

That's how the Arnold subcommand progresses to the hangar stairs. We followed it through the hangar.

Looking down on the fuselage from the catwalk was in a fresh mood.

Is this how you feel about touring the hangar? I was a little happy because there are many opportunities to see outside with the same gaze on the shoulder of the aircraft, but I haven't had a chance to see the aircraft itself. But that's all. 'Cause it's not like I can ride.

As a mechanic aspiration, the tools in the hangar may be a coveted delicacy, but as a pilot aspiring us, it's not good to be shown a crane. Well, if you can operate it, I'd be happy to, but it's not there either.

And, for the sake of saying, continue the crunchy tour and look around at the operating chambers in the command department, as well as the training rooms, the ambulance facilities, etc.

Basically, it is installed near the command, and the less important it seems to be, the more it will be installed outwards. The garage of the magic conductor car and so on were made pompous in the corner of the base.

"Well, you guys haven't had enough places to visit so far?

The Arnold subordinate says as if he saw our feelings with a grin.

"Well, because a lot of kids who aspire to be pilots basically like manipulating Armunales. A child who just wants to be involved with Armunale will be integrated into the mechanic and maneuver computer (senseboard) disciplines during two years, even if he wants to be a pilot. It's definitely less life-threatening and, more importantly, easier."

Indeed, with the exception of a special frame like Leila, not many of the remaining members here are the ones who like to maneuver the Almunale.

More than that, it's just so harsh training that you can't go on without liking it. The muscles throughout the body are tingly cramped with fatigue, and there are constant wounds. In the meantime, I also continue my studies to maintain my grades. Whether there are seven days a year, such as a decent holiday, without constant voluntary training.

Sure, you just want to get involved in the Armunale, you won't be able to come with it.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy your next facility."

That said, the Arnold subdirective pointed to one building. It's a building about the size of a hangar.

"The next place to visit is the New Technologies Research Building. The first place I said is to build or think about building new armaments and manoeuvre machines (senseboards)."

I see. Unlike previous facilities, building new armaments and manoeuvring machines (sense boards) is what we use as it is.

If it's the latest technology, I'd love to see it. Or I'd like to experience it if I could.

Anyway, the fact that the development is under way now means that by the time we become pilots and become main pilots in a few years, it is possible that what was being developed here will have been put into service.

Other members than me suddenly change from an atmosphere that is somewhat fraught to a tight look. Seeing how it was, the Arnold Deputy Directive was laughing bitterly.

Approaching the research building, the number of soldiers increases visibly. They're just dealing with the latest technology, and security seems to be one rank higher than anywhere else.

We're going into the ground floor following the Arnold subcommand. There's nothing there, just a passage that leads to the back.

The subcommander told us to wait a little while there, and I brought the paper from the next room.

"Fill in your autographs here. This is a pledge not to share the information we have seen here."

We each receive a piece of paper and read its contents. Originally, I guess I have to read every inch of it securely, which is the type of guy who doesn't read the terms and everything.

The contents of the flush reading are generally as explained by the Deputy Directive.

Don't talk outside of the research building about what you see and what you hear. And a ban on writing information in notes, etc.

Well, that would be natural.

So, if you break this, when the punishment from imprisonment to the worst death penalty is said.

The ban on discussion outside the research building is a little harsh. I can't argue when I get back to my dorm room. Do you even have to think about it by yourself and do it again...

Well, I can't help it. If you're trying to keep information confidential in this world, I guess this is how much you have to do.

Complete each one with a signature and hand it over to the sub-directive.

The subcommand, which confirms that everyone has gathered, takes us back to the adjacent room and leads us to the back passage.

Proceed through the aisle and open the door. Then there was a hangar, sandwiched with a passage leading to the side and a plaid net.

No, I guess not exactly. There is no hanger to secure the aluminum, and no fuselage has been placed. However, parts taken solely by the arm or solely by the foot were fixed from the arm.

"This is a newly armed research facility. What I'm researching now is a flying tool that doesn't do magic. It's called research on firearms. You know what those hands have, right?

What the subordinate points to is the arm of the Armunale fixed to the arm. That does hold some giant cylindrical object. And I might as well say it's fixed to the arm itself rather than to say it.

Could that be a cannon?

"That's what made the gun huge. When it got huge, it got a lot more inappropriate, but the function stayed the same."

"Why are you trying to use an outdated object now?

It was Batis who tilted his neck.

In this world, once the class of heavy firearms exists normally. I was using a bow in the village simply because the gunpowder was high. A bow would have been enough for the most part.

But the value of heavy firearms in this world is considerably lower than in previous lives. There's something convenient about magic. If you actually use it, you can see that magic is definitely more convenient. Highly free with no equipment, no maintenance, no replenishment. That's magical.

Because of this, few people have studied it in depth, and recently a bullet for a fire-rine gun was finally devised. It is the world's argument that it is faster to let go of magic than to use such a thing. I agree with that a lot, too.

The artillery was apparently used as a means of confrontation only at the beginning of the emergence of the Armunale, but when accidental encounters such as the present become the main way of fighting, it takes too long to carry and prepare underneath, so the enemy and allies are no longer using it.

As it stands, heavy firearms are very inconvenient and may be useful if installed on the walls. It's a substitute for a certain degree. Battis' opinion may well be a resident of this world.

But, Battis! If you're looking to be a pilot, understand as quickly as you can what it means to put a heavy weapon on it!

Why do you still think Armunale is fighting with a sword hanging on his hips!

Leon shook his head the way he told him to, too.

"Batis... What do you have to be most concerned about when fighting Armunale?

"That's the residual amount of concentrated magic liquid, right?

If you know that, you know it!

"That's right. All of the almunares are powered by concentrated magic liquid (Hymagia Liquid). Naturally, magic is also consumed from concentrated magic liquid (Hymagia Liquid). So when you consume more, you are often unable to use magic. So how about a heavy weapon?

"I see! You mean you can use your flying tools even with less fuel left over!

"Leon, you're right. If this goes to the practical stage, you will be able to fight with less consumption of concentrated magic fluid (Hymagia Liquid). That way, you can expand the range of activities per Almunale aircraft, and more importantly, the national treasury floats."

Well, the consumption of concentrated magic liquid (Hymaggia Liquid) when Armunale unleashes attack magic seems to be roughly hundreds of thousands of yen. Some things don't reach millions...

Even the practice machine shock burst is thousands of yen a shot, so if that turns into iron balls and gunpowder, the finance minister will be thrilled.

"And even so, it's still a long way to the practical stage. Huge, the gun has become heavier than you can imagine, and now you can't even aim it unless you do oh and fasten it to your arm. There's a bullet problem, and the problem is piling up. Well, shall we go next?"

I guess the research is delayed for what wasn't needed. Certainly, even on Earth, it should have been a fire rope gun all the way from the ninth to the fifteenth century or so. It has nevertheless evolved explosively in a very short period of time because it was needed and valued. That means that if demand for this gun increases in this world in the future, it will inevitably evolve as rapidly as it did in previous lives. Maybe we can have a newer form of gun, including magic.

Then, I'm sure, the way Armunale fought each other will change.

"Come on, let's go next"

I looked at the barrel held in the arms of the aircraft, hallucinating the gunfight Armunale and laughing at my mouth.