Formation.
　Such a word had crossed my mind during a training session some time ago.

　If it were normal training using the training grounds, there would be no way for a bloody event to occur.
　Even if a bunch of high-spirited female students are gathered together, they won't be ruffled by the eyes of others or the opposite s*x.
　That's what reasoning is, and that's what common sense is supposed to be.

　It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with your friends.
　It's a good thing that you're not going to be able to find a way to get the most out of it.

　In general terms, it is stress.
　It's a lack of mental refreshment. Even if we try to drown ourselves in snacks, each of us is probably reaching the limit of how we can dissipate our stress.

　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get a job. It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them.

　Then Ars, the opposite s*x, Ars, is...
　The girls are no longer "strangers" to each other, for better or worse, as a result of their daily training.

　Ars tried to think positively, and decided to wear a mask with no expression on his face to avoid thinking or feeling anything.

　He waited for a few minutes.

　Loki, who was usually the one to talk to, wasn't next to him now.

　It's only the second time, but I'm getting sick of this waiting time.


　Once the lights in the training area went out, in a sensational move, the spotlights projected a circle on the floor.
　The two circles that illuminate the floor begin to dance around the training area as if they were dancing.

(Was there such a function?)

　I decide to go along, fed up with the increasingly flashy production.

　Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.....
　The door opens with such a drumming sound in my mouth. A large amount of white smoke poured into the compartment.

　The sound of footsteps running nimbly through the compartment, followed by the sound of footsteps running nimbly with a tap-tap-tap.
　Sliding on the ground, those people entered with great vigor.

　Only their silhouettes emerged in the fading white smoke, blending in with the white smoke.

''Huh, phew.''

　When she hears restless breathing, a spear-handler like a whirlwind floats through the white smoke, swirling the long object and scattering smoke.
　The other two are posed next to her, perhaps waiting for their turn to perform.

　The way the golden spear left a gorgeous trajectory, it was like watching a performance.
　In short, the blade is just filled with magic power.

　I'm not going to be able to get it right.

''Gah, ha, hihihihi, of light.......Warrior Aaris!

　Ars's face twitches at the introductions he made while trembling.

　After that, the girl on the other side of the room showed a few bare swings of her bare sword, and finally halfway back to the scabbard.
　She made a deliberate noise and looked at me with shed eyes. As a way of avoiding shame, she endured it with half an eye.

'Calm and collected, Ice Knight...............teh, Tesfia!

　Did I end the word strongly because I was blown away? No, it would be more accurate to say I gave up.

(Which is a mouthful. I mean, you don't unify with warriors.)

　The pointing out of Ars's mind that "I'm not going to be able to do this," is kept only in the mind.

　Then, for the last time, a grand flash of lightning blinked between Tesfia and Alice.
　She raised her hands above her head and let loose with lightning.

　It was ostentatious, but there was no way to point it out now.

'Oh, aye, aye, aye, call me to judge the evil, the messenger of the Thunder Emperor and me, wata, lo, loki!
That's not a very nice word.

　I'd like to see Loki, etc., from ~Loki, etc., come in anyway.
　Either way, I can't hear it if it's said through clattering teeth.

　That's true, but there's one thing that bothers me.

(This was a decisive pause from his appearance, right? Is it a righteousness story if it comes out as evil or something?)

　Unknowingly, Ars's brain compensated for the added setting.
　Once the three of them had finished introducing themselves for now, Ars gave an unwilling applause. He didn't think that might be a factor in making it standard.

　Theater?　was ended by Ars's applause as a signal.

'Fi, Fia, it's too cold in the quicksand.
Yeah, it's a bit of a bust.

　The white smoke at the time of its appearance is due to Tesfia's magic. To put it simply, it's cold air.
　Loki and Alice got goosebumps and rubbed their arms.

　Ars knows that there are many sloppy points.
　The fact that Loki was unexpectedly flippant was more shocking than that.