35-Episode 32: Sage, put a sleeve on the uniform




 After some twists and turns, I was admitted to the Adventurer's School.
 The formalities of entering the dormitory went without a hitch, and just when you think you've finished packing up your things, today is the entrance ceremony.

 I was in my room in the dormitory getting ready for the entrance ceremony.

 I put on my brand new school uniform and sleeves.
 I've lived six lifetimes, but this is actually the first time I've been a student.
 Before my reincarnation, Galvale also had a magical educational institution called the School of Magic, but it wasn't an educational institution either, it was simply a prison.

 There was no freedom, it was just a pigsty where training and knowledge of combat was given incessantly.
 They were said to be reserve force candidates and were treated as part of the human forces.
 Not a student, but the last to pass through those gates - they would be counted as one of humanity's warfighting forces.

 If Sarasa and the others heard this, they would shudder.

 They wouldn't be wearing a uniform filled with the finest skills of a tailor, and what they were provided with was a patch with the blood of a previous candidate.

 It's a good thing that you're able to get a good idea of what you're looking for.

 The school uniform is black with magical silver (mithril) threads tied along the edges.
 At first glance, it seems to be fluttery and may not protect you, but it is designed to be shock and magic resistant.

 On the chest, the school emblem of the Adventurer's School was shining.
 They are: [Warrior], [Clergy], [Mage], [Blacksmith], [Searcher] and [Scholar].
 The school emblem, which symbolizes the six major professions of magic, has a unique flavor.

 However, there was no 【Village】.
 It's natural, and it's probably inevitable.
 I'm an irregularity in this world.
 But we can change it from here.

 That's right, father (Luxor)........

 I thought about my father, who was wielding a hoe in a distant territory, joining the lords, as usual.

'It suits you quite well, Lacelle.

 The voice came out of nowhere and I was freaked out.
 For a moment I thought it was my father.
 The voice was that thick.

 A man crawled out from under the bunk bed.
 A large shadow covered me.

 Out of my line of sight was a huge mass of muscle.

 Brown eyes stared down at me.
 The wheat-skinned man scratched his same-colored hair, and the wheat-skinned man gave a wide, absent look.

'Good morning, Lacelle,'

'Good morning, Rowan. It's Commencement today. What if you're late? Also, you should at least wear underwear. If something happens, you can't respond immediately.

What do you mean by "something"? You're the one who's going to crawl into the night?

"What--! I wouldn't do that!

'What. That's too bad...

 Rowan grins.

 Could it be that you.........
 Hey. You're kidding.
 I'm kidding. Nah!

 I took a step back from my roommate.

 Rowan, meanwhile, started to move his body around with a nonchalant look on his face.

"Ahh. My body hurts all over the place. My muscles are sore because someone else squeezed them so hard.

Yeah. Well, you should be thankful to be alive...

Hey, you. You're serious.

Better get ready.

 I pulled the stupid big uniform out of the closet and threw it at my roommate.

 His name was Rowan Ashart.
 In this dormitory, there is a rule that two people live in each room, and Rowan is his roommate.

 Rowan is a nickname.
 Most people seem to forget the "d" in their nickname and remember it, so they came up with it. It is said that the family has come to use "Rowan" in nickname nowadays.
 It is a better nickname than "Rowan".

 He was sixteen years old.
 It's not unusual to have an older person in the family.
 There is no age limit for admission to the Adventurer's School.
 Some of this year's accepted students are not that much older than Luxor.

 Nevertheless, Rowan's situation is a little different from the other admissions....

 I waited for my roommate to change and left the dormitory.

 It's only been a few days, but dorm life isn't bad.
 It's basically free, and the only thing is that breakfast and dinner times are fixed at best.
 There's no curfew, and you can use it as if it were your own home.
 The only complaint would be that the rooms are small.

 Compared to the old days when I was crammed into a room that looked like an octopus pot, life in the dormitory is a lot more comfortable now.

 However, if you have any problems, inside or outside the dormitory, you'll not only be expelled from the dormitory, but you'll be expelled immediately.
 You are free to use the dormitories as you please, but you are responsible for everything.
 That seems to be the school's policy, including the management of the dormitory.

"Hey, Racel!

 On my way to school, I find a schoolgirl waving at me.
 Pecori and another girl bowed her head, looking apologetic about something beside her.
 It's Cecil and Sarasa.

 Both Cecil and Sarasa had passed the entrance exam.
 And that was with a grade that placed them in the top 50 out of 224 students.

 Cecil had been crying hysterically when the practical test was over, but as soon as she was determined to have passed, she regained her good mood, and on the next day she went around to the seamstresses to get her uniform measured.
 How is it that women are so quick to bounce back?
 That strength is the only thing I want to learn from them.

How do you like it? Lacelle? Does it look good on you?

 Cecil picked up the hem of her uniform skirt and shook it flutteringly.

'Yeah. It looks good on you, Cecil. It's the same for a horse and a child, isn't it?

 It was Rowan who stroked Cecil's entire red hair.
 The daughter of the dwarf tribe, whose hair had been crushed, was the very first to urge her to rage.
 She brushed her hand away and barked like a rabid dog.

'Hey, Rowan! How many times do I have to tell you not to touch a maiden's hair? Also! I know it's a bit of a monthly thing, but I'm not complimenting the horse boy on his costume either!

Oh, no. Your hair is just like my sister's that I left behind in the country, it's very comfortable. I'm sure you'll find that your hair is just like my sister's that I left behind in the country, and it's very comfortable to stroke. It's a good position for your head.

It's not me and your sister. You don't know what you're talking about. You just disrespected my small stature.

It's not a disrespectful thing.

You guys are so close in the morning...


We don't get along!
You're good friends.


 It's perfect.

 ................................hmmm? What's the difference?

 Rowan, and Cecil and the others have already seen each other.
 The former is a generous personality. The latter is the type who is rather sloppy with his words.
 When you open the lid, you can see that they have already created an exquisite dialogue that reminds you of friends for 10 years.

 As expected, I was surprised to see them interacting as they do now, just a few moments after meeting...

'Hey, Sarasa,'

'Yes, sir! What is it, Mr. Racel?

Take a look at their compatibility next time.

Haha.......... Hahaha..... It's good, but my future vision doesn't know that much. Besides--

Hmm?

Nope. It's nothing. More importantly, Lacelle, how do you like my uniform?

 Sarasa, like Cecil, also picked up the hem of her skirt.
 Her cheeks were dyed, and unlike her best friend, she really looked embarrassed.

 It looks good on me, but........

 My eyes closed up on the center of my body, not on the skirt I'd plucked, but on the center of my body.

 Sarasa.....
 You, perhaps you've grown up again, haven't you?
 The blouse of your uniform is about to tear off at any moment........

"Lacelle-kun?

'Oh? Oh..... Sorry. You look good, Sarasa.

 Then, with a bobbing sound, steam rose from the top of Sarasa's head.
 Her face turned as red as a red eggplant and her eyes whirled around.

 I'm just telling it like it is, but what's wrong with you, Sarasa?

By the way, I've been wondering. Why isn't the freshmen's answer a russell? That's what the chief executive does, right?

Well..... He was a nobleman, wasn't he? Judging by his name.

 Rowan agrees with Cecil's words.

 I cowered again.

'That's fine, it was my goal to get the number one spot, but I didn't want to read the answer. I'll leave the hassle to the nobleman.

Shit! I swear, they took it from me with the help of my house and money!

 Cecil stepped on the ground, seemingly unhappy.

 And then a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"I don't want to hear that,

 When I turned around, there was a student standing there wearing a brand new uniform just like ours.
 The design of the clothes is the same, but they are not mass-produced.
 The measurements fit as if they were absorbed into the body.
 It's probably a custom-made, one-of-a-kind item.
 Furthermore, ritual gadgets to enhance their magic power are hung around their necks like ornaments.

 It's like a dancing jewel........

Hey. What the f*ck did you just say?

 Oops......
 It seems to have come out in my voice.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, my roots are honest.

Okay. Then you can say that again.

 The highborn stand before me.
 I don't need to appraise them.
 My muscles, magic, and strength are all victorious.
 I'm a so-called small fry.
 I didn't need to raise my fist in my pocket.

 But disgustingly, I was losing in stature.

 Huh.....
 When will my secondary s*xual characteristics come?

'What are you sighing about! Aang!

Please stop. You're troubling Mr. Racel.

 The one who bravely stepped in front of me was Sarasa.
 From behind her glasses, a sharp glint in her eye flashed.
 She had good authority, but her slightly outstretched hands were trembling.

 Naturally, the other man would lick it.
 The man huffed and sniffed.

''Lacelle? I see. So you're Racel Singh Stark. A villager... The level of the Adventurer's School has gone down. I didn't expect you to admit a [villager].

''Then the nobleman must have fallen. You lost to that [villager] with your grades.

You should have let me tell you!

 Enraged are the nobleman's cronies.
 One drew his sword and one brandished his portable staff.
 Taking a wariness stance, their vocal cords trembled as they tried to cast a magic activation shot.

 Hey, hey.

 Even though it's on the grounds of the Adventurer's School, it's a zone where ordinary people can come and go.
 If you cause any problems, you'll be expelled immediately........

 As I was about to say, a shadow had already passed by my side.

 Kink!

 The swords of the cronies are blown backwards.
 A blade was thrust against the throat of one, and a hand sword rested on the back of the neck of the other.
 It was only a moment.
 The students around them wouldn't even understand what the hell had happened.

 No wonder.

 The two of them got in between their opponents without activating their magic.

I'm sorry, but please don't underestimate my speed.

Hey, hey. Don't throw these things around too much.

 When Cecil's eyes flashed, Rowan took up his portable wand and threw it down towards the road with a pop.

''Ki, you guys! Are you challenging a nobleman?

 The man in front of me raises his fist.
 He aimed at Salasa.
 But he was easily deflected, as if he was expecting it.

 Sarasa spun around backwards.
 Without pause, she kicked up as hard as she could.


 Kiiinnnnnnnn!


 Brilliantly, it hit the man in the groin.

 Both of the nobleman's eyes whirled around.
 The powerful blow caused him to ascend (knock down) without even screaming.
 He was completely unconscious and foaming at the mouth.

 Then, Sarasa, who was in combat mode, finally realized what she had done.

'It's out! Salasa's murderous kick....

'Whoohoo! You can't even--

'Wheeeeeen. Why? Why? Why is it that I hit a man's bottom?

 Sarasa hides her face.
 Its cheeks were bright red.

 That's it, Sarasa.
 I'm sure the guy wants to kick you in the face.

 What a.....