205 205, after school of chest noise

Fifth hour, physical education.

Physical arts classes begin today. That said, I'm just gonna hit him. It's not even as splendid as being a positive-fisted punch. The mould was undecided and I was only told to hit him thoughtfully against the water wall. It would be like making strength.

I tried everything because of it.

Positive fist poking, elbows, knees, spinning kicks.

Jab, hook, straight.

Foot knife kick, hanging kick, back spinning kick.

It's an imitation of how it looks, but this is going to be a good exercise. It's getting hot, so I jump into the water wall with a tackle. It feels cool and good.

So I thought.

I used the water wall myself to create a cylinder with a diameter of fifty cm.

Water bags are ready.

It's got a lot of magic in it, so it pulls like jelly, so no fists, no legs. Reminds me of the slime jelly I had when I was little.

It's getting fun. I never slapped a sandbag in my last life. I have kickmits and handmits.

Steed, you said you wanted to try too, so I took turns for you. I'm beating him up for fun.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I decided to hit him from the other side too. This makes for a good practice.

And class is over, but I'm still in the school yard. The water wall is left intact. Because at the end of the day I wanted to see if I could cut it with a wooden knife.

Alec and Steed look interesting.

I don't know how to live together. I feel like a vagrant. Wanderer Martin...

Step your right foot forward and lean forward. I don't have a sheath, but I'm going to pull out a wooden knife and slash the water wall straight from the side!

I couldn't do it at all. The fist won't even make a dent, but the wooden knife ate about five centimeters and I couldn't take it off.

By the way, Steed, you were able to feed the blade a little ten centimeters. Exactly.

I guess Dr. Fernando would be totally inconsistent. Let's do my best, too.

I was about to leave, and they showed up. I thought you left.

"You, are you using a wooden knife or something? Poor aristocrats are tough. What do you say? If you pull your hand from Alexandrine, I'll give you ten gold coins. I'll give you a real sword.

There are too many scratchhouses and I don't know what to argue with from. What are you saying with Alec himself in front of you? I want to keep ignoring you and go home...

"It wouldn't be you. I'm Curse. I only forgive you today because I didn't introduce myself either. Tomorrow you can call me Curse. Oh, never mind, it doesn't matter if you call it off.

Then don't put this wooden knife with your catfish. It's a delicacy from a great teacher.

And how many times do I have to tell you not to abandon Alec? Call me Alex. It's not up to me to pull my hand or anything.

Then you don't need a cheap sword of about ten gold coins.

I was able to say a long line. I want to compliment myself. Come on, say something. I did my best to talk to you.

Ten swords of gold coins may be cheap, but you might want one that matches Dr. Fernando.

"Come on, who are you talking to?

Finally, Guard One, you spoke.

"Hey Curse! I don't want to be called Alex!

"Haha, I'm sorry. Did you guys hear that? Be careful how you call me. We're nobles, aren't we?

Ajani, you are pulling shivers.

Her face is bright red and her blood vessels are appearing.

"Handler! Shifnat! I can't forgive you anymore! I'll do it!

Number one, you reacted immediately and pulled out your sword, but number two, you hold the pattern head of that sword. It reacts too quickly. Terrible one.

"Shifnat! Have you lost your blood!

"Shut up, handler. Dear Carizoni, I will confirm. May I take this man as your order to kill Curse?

"Shifnat! Isn't that natural! You, too! How rude of them to turn to Master Carizoni!

"So shut up, handler! In that case, we all need to be ready to die. Still, if I tell you to do it, I will obey.

Shifnat... you know what I mean.

Kutanutsu, let alone kill each other instantly if the nobles pull out their swords. It kills me in an instant.

But...

Ajani, you look calm all of a sudden. There are some unexpected things.

"Shit, that's enough. Let's go home. You there, you better not slap too big a mouth. You look weak.

You can afford to be critical and save your life. Well, fine.

Let me give you some advice.

"Mr. Schiffnat. I don't want to fight you, so hold on tight.

Number two, Shifnat, you didn't change your expression. You only took a glance at this one. Beautiful face.

And advanced aristocracy is a pain in the ass.