My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Wake up with the sunrise for two hours of early morning training. After breakfast, we get to chores within the Knights, and in some cases we go around on patrols to the city with Cargamo children greetings to seniors.

And after lunch, all you have to do is train even. It's a hard schedule inside if you put it into practice.

It was over two weeks early to continue living like that, but Harold didn't make any difference. It is both in itself and around.

First of all, I'm not physically or technically struggling with training. No matter how much you move, your strength won't bottom-up, and you can do it through any training.

On the other hand, it is troubling that the menu of training has just been added by the poor mouth that keeps rumbling out at superiors because they don't know what the concept of TPO is. It's a body that can easily be added, but it's a frightening day to think that my heart certificate to my superiors will be crawling around the ground, making me quit within it.

It remains the same with regard to the surrounding situation, avoided by its peers and permanently entangled in the anti-Harold forces.

By the way, I didn't know much about the face that became my room. Because there is constant silence in the room and free time is always in training. It is completely transformed into a room just for sleeping.

In other words, there have been no fatal problems, especially so far, except that relationships are in a state of devastation.

That's why I abruptly ate a call to the teaching room when I was still trying to get to lunch today in preparation for my afternoon training. Are you sure they're gonna fire you? and to Harold, who went to the teaching room in horror, the instructor tells him without precedence.

"Harold, I need you to come to the final exam of the basic training program."

"You said it was the final exam?

"That's right. If you pass, you'll graduate and enlist."

Speaking of which, I dig up a roughly distracting memory of what appeared in the code that summarized the rules of the Knights.

If I remember that correctly, I should certainly have only qualified for the final exam of the basic training course for a year or more after joining the group.

"Thought it hadn't been a month since I joined the group? Looks like time's going differently here."

"This time it's a special measure. Your strength has already been judged to be well beyond the realm of recruits."

"I would have known that at the time of the entrance exam. Well, I praise you for taking special measures."

gaze from above, as is natural for superiors. As for Harold, it's no wonder he hasn't been kicked out yet with such a joke about me.

And all of a sudden, I'm surprised it's the final exam. But I'm not lost in taking it.

Harold's position in the original is unknown, but sometimes I can see that he was somewhat of an upper position, given that he was also bringing his men. As for Harold himself, he's not obsessed with birth, but if he's going to be able to move somewhat freely, he won't have gone beyond it.

"The final exam is in a few days. The contents will be communicated on the day, but be ready for the expedition."

"Is that all we're talking about?

"Oh, that's it. Wish me a good fight."

"It's no use just praying. The result is obvious."

I honestly can't even say "I'll do my best" for the teachers' encouragement. Now if he falls, he is a laugher.

Harold renews his mind in an earnest effort to at least act.

Four days after that happened. The final exam day comes early.

Step by step with the armor gushing, also a symbol of the Knights. There are nine shadows stretched out in the sun sun, which falls almost directly from the top.

It is a formation of four Cody squadrons, two platoon captains, and a squadron captain and his aides to Harold.

In summary, the content of the exam was an outdoor exercise. I'm currently marching to my destination on foot.

This is also part of the exercise, and I have been walking for three hours now.

"What do you say, Harold, aren't you getting tired?

I hear voices coming from behind me as I silently advance my legs. It's more of a voice that contains teasing than worrying.

There is no appearance of weariness in Sid, the Lord of that voice.

"If that's what it looks like, get him a doctor. Maybe it's too late."

"You can afford it. I was just on a crusade at your parents' house."

"... how do you know? You've done that before."

"Before? What do you mean?

"Don't blur. It's about Erica."

"Oh, Harold, your fiancée's."

fiancée, Cody highlighting the part of the

Harold dug a grave. The foolishness of steaming that story back yourself.

For some reason, Harold pushes silence to an unfavourable situation called Sid at Cody's rear gate at the front gate, surprised Cody is getting his information. It's a strategic retreat.

Eat chases from directions you don't expect, though.

"It's an interesting story. Stokes, do you have a fiancée?

He is a seventy-third squadron leader/Sacriss, whose suit looks better than armor. Do you like the subject of this hand on the back of your back what looks like an elite bureaucrat?

Besides, thanks to Sacriss swinging the story, everyone's gaze concentrates on Harold. Clearly, it's something I'm used to, but still it's undecided to ignore.

"... are you there?

I still can't stand out and deny it, and as soon as I answer that, tension runs. Especially the look on the assistant's face was strong.

Exactly. Wasn't the tame mouth to the squadron leader acceptable? The only way here is to be spoiled and reprimanded, etc., and wait for the next voice.

but what returned was a sad lonely voice.

"Right, right... If you come with me even though I have a fiancée for over 20 younger boys..."

Sacris whining about bumps and something. That's what the aide said, "It's okay!" Cody and the platoon leader are watching as they bite off their laughter. Apparently, I wasn't blamed for the disrespect, I stepped through the Sacriss mine.

Harold looks at Eileen, wondering if members without lovers react similarly, etc.

"I'll crush you, won't I?

That's what I was warned about the moment my eyes met. I'm not sure what to crush, but it's unreasonable inside. It was also a convincing thing to say and do without a boyfriend.

I don't want to be crushed in any part of it, so I concentrate on walking forward. but it also breaks off quickly.

"Two Hammer Trents! I'm approaching you!

Robinson raised his voice. If you look at it, a tree about five meters high approaches you as you move two giant branches as thick as a trunk, using them like crutches.

Naturally, it is not a normal plant.

Hammer Trent is a monster in the shape of a tree. It bears the name Hammer because it wields like a stick the giant branches it also uses when traveling, crushing the opponent with both defenses.

The trunk is also known as the human tree because it also has things like eyes and mouth. It is also possible to prey on and nourish animals with its mouth, while being a plant in dispute. Human beings are no exception to each other.

"Hmm, looks like we're after it."

"There's still a distance, so you can get away with it, but down the rear hill, there's also a street"

"Then you should keep it here. Stokes, you..."

Don't say, "Stay back, etc."

Harold expresses his willingness to join the war with a taste for food.

"The encounter with Hammer Trent is unscheduled. It doesn't affect your exam scores, though?

(You won't!

Because it was an outdoor exercise, I was tempted to respond to these unforeseen circumstances. I don't even dress up to pull back with this.

And Harold has a grudge against HammerTrent for getting cracked in the ribs. Just right for a revenge match.

"Did you find out about the score or something? I'll kill him."

"... ok. Add Lucas and Selim to the support just in case. Don't force it."

Harold and two platoon leaders, otherwise second-hand, parted due to Sacriss's extraction. Hammer Trent was also caught and torn apart by the move.

This is your chance to destroy each.

"There's us behind you. Fight with confidence."

"I'm looking forward to hearing rumors about your strength. But back off as soon as you feel dangerous, okay? It's supposed to be a heavy opponent for recruits."

Pompous slap on the back as Lucas and Selim brave Harold. They are very reliable seniors.

(Speaking of which, these people are not hostile to me. That would only help.)

Though he could not afford to think about it.

Though it's a revenge match, I don't have any particular thoughts about what to expect from my chest. Even at the time of his injury, he was the one who could have been defeated without a clue if he hadn't tried to protect his soldiers.

Not to mention the unscheduled events that occurred during the exam this time. We should just knock it down without any extra time.

I don't pull out my sword, I go in time with a foothold that doesn't precipitate me as if I were going for a walk. In contrast, HammerTrent moves on to the attack, swinging up the right branch - a hammer and beating it to Harold.

Dogon! The heavily destructive noise and earthly smoke rise that shakes the ground. Harold was jealous of jumping the attack.

But the fact that it floats in the universe makes it an outfit. The hammer on the left strikes Harold without letting his hair in.

Direct hits are inevitable at the right time.

But Harold twirls one spin in the air and kicks down a hammer that strikes him with his right leg that clumps together something like a purple aura.

"Phoenix Legs" "Horseradish" "

Striking moves by bare hands alongside just clapped hands. It's a kicking move, also known as' heel drop ', among players.

Originally, Phoenix Legs is also a move to incorporate in the middle of the combo, but unlike just clapping, the power alone is also high there. Still, since the reach of the attack determination is short, it is not often used alone.

By the way, I'm not sure what the purple effects that occur when kicking as well as the game are, but I'm convinced they say that because they come naturally even if I don't think they're going to come out.

HammerTrent's hard bark and Harold's right leg bump into each other. It's a collision between Harold, who weighs 50 kilos, and a hammer who weighs hundreds. Its mass is different digits and, normally, lighter is bounced off.

But it's the original character that doesn't let it go and sometimes produces results that are irrational to the other person.

The staggered moment echoes the tall sound of a kid. It was Hammer Trent who beat and lost.

That's all, Zdon, and the tip buries on the ground by turning up the sound. The hammer was shaken and the bark on the kicked part was peeling off.

Lucas and Selim are stunned by the sight. If you look closely, the other Sids fighting Hammertorrents are also Pocan, but for now they move to put a stop to it as a top priority.

He scaffolded the hammer, which remained buried, to receive the enemy, and finally poked the sword out of his sheath deep into his mouth. And decide the battle without even giving HammerTrent time to raise his voice of agony.

"" Fire Sword ""

A flame erupts from the sword Harold was holding. But the pain of being burned directly through the body was only a flash of events for HammerTrent.

Harold cuts up the sword pierced in his mouth directly above him.

Hence HammerTrent was a fiery sword, burning himself from the inside out into two pieces, desperate.

Nearly five meters, a body breaks up into two pieces and is quickly engulfed in flames. Burning, HammerTrent fell and lay on the earth.

Less than a minute's engagement if in time. The settlement was a literal second kill.