After finishing Instructor Roland's explanation, all the young students began to whisper about the Instructor's experiences, especially since they were interested in his two years at the Red Fortress.
"Everyone, how about we go for a walk in the morning and start a little training?"
The sound of sighs and laughter erupted from all around.
Instructor Roland's actions pushed them until he opened his mouth.
All the future trainees answered 'Yes!' a second later.
Instructor Roland nodded and clapped his hands.
"Pleasant. Then follow me."
"No need to match the pace of the others, just have fun."
Of course, there was no way it could be that simple.
Raimon at the end of the training camp was curious about what kind of tests Instructor Roland would impose on these children, even if he looks smiling he is a person who has survived a sea of corpses.
No matter how friendly and calm his words were, he was still an 8-star warrior. The children only remembered the pressure that Principal Yoggi released yesterday.
Thanks to that, they forgot what was happening. And with that, a group of students began to move around the school.
"This here is the indoor gym. It's a place we use when it's bad weather outside has everything included."
"This is the place for theoretical education. Ah, is this the first time you've seen a place like this? Anthos is not just a place to learn how to sharpen your fighting and killing skills. Proper theoretical education is necessary to complete all the courses in the school, that's why Anthos is one of the top three recognized Academies in the Thunder Continent."
"Haha, this is turning into a long conversation. In the end, there is one thing I need to say. Before we start practice, we need to make sure you're thinking clearly."
"You get that?"
"The force must have a goal."
"Yes!"
"Nice. Oh, we're just about that there."
Roland was quite a talkative person.
Raimon hiding in the back of the class was quite proud and satisfied, it was noticeable that his family in most cases had an intelligent person at the head.
All the people he had met in this school were founded by his ancestors he liked very much.
Soft expressions crossed the faces of the prospective trainees as he spoke, however, the uninteresting chatter continued throughout the walk.
However, there were quite a few people who thought otherwise.
However, it all came to an end.
At the moment when a long and wide path stretched out in front of them, Roland made a surprising remark.
"Finally, this is a place where you do physical training, endurance, and muscular endurance. It's a big field isn't it, but in general, this is a place to practice some physical endurance."
"Uh, Hum?"
"So now..."
"Come on, have fun running!"
After speaking, the instructor quickly disappeared.
Although the prospective trainees were nervous, they followed Roland's advice with eager expressions.
"Phew, phew."
"Pfff, pfff."
"Isn't it nice to move our bodies?
Roland's distant voice sounded.
All of this was unexpected to Raimon who was evaluating these aspiring personal guards.
Raimon vaguely had an assumption that Roland knew his target so he gave these students little tests.
"Yes!"
A roar of responses.
Although they were young, they were all children who walked the path of excellence.
Each of them had more stamina than a grown man, so not a single person uttered a sound of discomfort.
Of course, it was only the beginning.
Roland appeared at Raimon's side and smiled.
"Nice. Good. then we'll speed things up from here!"
"...Yes!"
Unlike before, this time, the answer came late.
After a while, his anxiety became reality.
"Huk! Huk!"
"Haa, haaa, ahh..."
"Nice. A little faster, move those arms!"
Watching these guys swing wooden swords and wooden spears with their familiar fighting styles highlighted people who were never educated in this regard.
William Thorn was one of the standouts with his stiff sword movement.
Increasing speed.
In addition, the distance between the thrusts and the movement of the trainees continued to increase.
The faces of the prospective trainees turned pained.
Their breathing, which had been steady, began to become harsh.
An hour and a half passed.
Some of the younger ones could already feel the strength in their feet and hands slackening.
However, Roland did not stop.
Even the tired children showed no intention of stopping.
Because they all knew that the competition had just begun.
'I need to give my best until the end!'
'I need to endure this at all costs!'
'Damn it, if I get kicked out early, I won't be able to look my family in the eye...!'
Competition, pride, self-esteem.
All their other emotions burned like fuel. The trainees were ready to run until the fire inside them was extinguished.
Perhaps it would take quite some time for the pop quiz to end.
Not everyone could afford to take it easy.
" gasp, gasp!"
William was panting vigorously in the back as if he was going to run out of breath at any moment.
No, it was too bad. No prominent background.
The baddest apprentice, the fallen noble, it was his first time entering the world of competition and he didn't want to lose.
Before coming to Anthos' fencing and fighting school, William had hit wooden stakes harder than anyone else.
It was truly fantastic. The day Mayor Rogelio noticed his talent his whole life began to change.
He trained so hard that even his family, who hoped to re-enter the world of nobility, and the brothers watching him felt the need to stop him.
No one has the qualifications to denigrate William's efforts during these last days.
No matter how brilliantly he performed during this time.
Even if he managed to surpass what an average boy could do.
Compared to those who trained for a long time, William would only see despair.
The results were showing.
"Gag, gasp, Kuk..... Pant..."
The correct breathing of inhaling through the nose and exhaling through the mouth while running was unfamiliar to him.
It had been a long time since he had had a runny nose or shed tears; even saliva mixed with powder came out of his mouth.
In this state, William struggled to hold himself together.
But there was no one to help him.
Instructor Roland was gentle but merciless, and the other instructors and Raimon were all watching the test.