The strongest sage in the inferior position ~ The strongest in the world to the bottom [villager] ~

Lesson 32 Sage, Sleeve Through Your Uniform

After a long bend, I was admitted to Adventurer's School in the clear.

The boarding process also proceeded without delay, and I wondered if I had finished packing, today, its admission ceremony.

I was in my dorm room, starting my entrance ceremony.

Sleeve through a brand new school uniform.

I've lived my life six times, but it's actually the first time I've been a student.

Before his reincarnation, Galvair also had a magical educational institution called the School of Magic, where it was more of an educational institution than just a prison.

There is no freedom, even a pig hut that can only be given training and knowledge of combat.

He was said to be a reserve battle candidate and was treated as part of mankind's battle force.

Not a student, but if you knock through that gate, the last thing - as one of mankind's forces of war, is to be counted.

If Sarasa and the others heard, they would tremble.

There was no such thing as a uniform packed with the superb skill of a tailor, and what was paid for was a connection with the blood of a former candidate.

I bite the peace of the world as I see myself in my uniform.

Student clothing in black with magical silver (misrille) thread tied along the edge.

It seems flickering at first sight and anxious about defense, but it is designed to withstand shock and magic.

On his chest, the School of Adventurers' stamp glowed.

Namely [warrior] [clergyman] [magician] [blacksmith] [seeker] [scholar (pen)].

The six major occupational magic symbolic shapes arranged the school badges had a unique interest.

But there are no [villagers].

Naturally, and there will be no choice.

I'm a regular in this world.

but you can change it from here.

Right, Father...

In a distant territory, I thought about my father, who, as usual, mingled with the inhabitants and waved.

"You look great, Russell."

All of a sudden I heard a voice, and I was scared.

So much so that I thought it was my father for a moment.

So much so, he had a wild voice.

A man crawls out from under the bunk bed.

A big shadow covered me.

At the end of the line of sight was a huge mass of muscle.

Brown's eyes look down at me.

When I scratched my hair of the same colour galloping, the man with the wheat skin had a great elongation.

"Morning, Russell."

"Probably, Rowan. It's your entrance ceremony. What are we gonna do when we're late? And at least wear your skin. If something happens, you can't react immediately."

"Something, what? Are you going to crawl at night?

"Nah!! You can't do that!

"What. That's too bad..."

Rowan laughs niggly.

Could it be you......

Hey. You gotta be kidding me.

Tell me a joke. Come on!

I stepped back from being a cohabitant.

Meanwhile, Rowan began to move his body with a face that didn't eat anything.

"Ah. My body hurts everywhere... Someone's got a muscle ache, thanks to the tension."

"Right. Well, thank God he's alive..."

"Oh, you...... You're serious."

"It's better than that."

I threw my stupid big uniform out of the closet at the dorm student in the same room.

His name is Lord One Ashart.

In this dorm, it is decided to live two people per room, and Rowan is the cohabitant.

Rowan is a nickname.

It seems that most people forget and remember the "D," which became their nickname as it was. Now he says his family's getting through with Rowan, too.

I do have a better speech than low “d” wan.

He is sixteen years old.

Being older is not uncommon.

Because there is no age limit for admission to Adventurers School.

Some passers this year are the same as Luxor.

Nevertheless, Rowan's circumstances are slightly different from those of the other entrants......

I left the dorm waiting for my cohabitant to get dressed.

It's only a few days, but dorm life isn't bad.

Essentially free, with a delicate breakfast and dinner schedule.

It has no curfew and can be used like my own home.

If I were to be the only one dissatisfied, it would mean that the room is small.

Compared to the old days when you were pushed into a room like a jug, the dorm life is now comfortable itself.

However, if there is a problem both inside and outside the dorm, instead of leaving the dorm, there is an immediate exit waiting.

You can use it freely, but it's all your own fault.

That seems to be the school's policy, including dorm management.

"Hey, Russell."

On the way to school, I found a girl student waving her hand.

Pecori and another girl are bowing their heads, looking sorry for something on the side.

It's a combination of Cecil and Sarasa.

Both Cecil and Sarasa had passed the entrance exam.

That's in the 50th place out of 224.

Cecil cried horribly at the end of her practical exam, but she regained her mood as soon as she passed, and the next day she was circling the tailor for her uniform measurements.

How can a woman get back on her feet so quickly?

That strength is all I want to apprentice.

"What do you say, Russell? Do you look good?"

Cecil pinched the hem of her uniform skirt and shook it hilariously.

"Yeah. You look great, Cecil. He's dressed like a horse."

It was Rowan who stroked Cecil's red hair.

The daughter of the Dwarves, whose hair has been sneezed, strikes at the exact fury of the sky.

When I paid my hand, I barked up like a rabid dog.

"Hey, Rowan! How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my maiden's hair? Later! It's moonlight, but costumes aren't a compliment to horses either!!

"Hey...... Your hair. Similar to my sister's hair I left in the country, it's amazing and comfortable to stroke. Head Position Mochi Savory"

"Don't keep me and your sister together. What the hell are you doing? Now you've disguised my small back."

"I don't know what Dis is."

"We're good friends in the morning, you guys..."

"We're not close!!

"We're close."

Isn't that perfect?

.................. hmm? Something different?

Rowan and Cecil and the others have already made it through.

The former has a large personality. The latter is the type of deviation and object.

If it meshed well and opened the lid, an exquisite twist had already been created that reminded me of my friends for ten years.

Exactly, when I met him and he interacted like this in a few moments, I was surprised...

"Hey, Sarasa."

"Yes! Something, Russell."

"Next time, look at their compatibility in [Futuristic]"

"Haha...... Ha ha...... Maybe, but I don't know that much about my future vision. And..."

"Hmm?"

"Yeah. Nothing. More than that, Russell, how about my uniform?

Sarasa, like Cecil again, pinched up the hem of her skirt.

I dye my cheeks and, unlike my best friend, I dye my cheeks looking really embarrassed.

To look good, it looks good...

My eyes were picked. They closed up in the middle of my body, not my skirt.

Sarasa......

You, maybe you've grown up again.

The blouse in my uniform is going to run out now...

"Russell?

"Ah? Oh...... Excuse me. You look great, Sarasa."

Then he made a bobbly noise and went up steam from above Sarasa's head.

Your face turns bright red like red eggplant, turning your eyes glued.

I just told him the way it was, what's going on, Sarasa?

"By the way, I was wondering. Freshman answers, why not Russell? That's what the chief does, right?

"Right...... You must have been a nobleman. By name."

Rowan also synchronizes with Cecil's words.

I flaunted my shoulder again.

"Nothing good. Taking number one was my goal, but I didn't want to read the answer. I'll leave it to the nobles."

"Already! Absolutely, I took it away with the power of home and gold!!

Cecil steps on the estate in such a way as not to be outraged.

Then a shadow appeared there all the time.

"Don't listen to me, now."

Looking back, a student stood in the same brand new uniform as us.

The clothing design is the same, but it's not mass produced or anything else.

It was sized to suck on the body.

Probably a custom-made thing.

Ritual decorations to further enhance magic, hanging from his neck like ornaments.

You're like a dancing gem......

"Hey, you, what's going on?"

Oops......

He was in his voice.

"I'm sorry. The roots are honest."

"Well, say it again."

The aristocrats stand before me.

I don't even have to appraise it.

My triumph with muscle strength, magic and strength.

It's called a mutton fish.

He was an opponent who didn't even have to shake up his fist that had gone into his pocket.

Just obnoxiously, he was losing at the back length.

Ha......

When will my second trait come?

"What are you sighing about!! Ahhh!!

"Please don't. Russell's in trouble, isn't he?"

It was Sarasa who bravely came out before me.

From behind the glasses, skip sharp glasses.

The prestige is good, but my hands were shaking slightly.

Naturally, they lick you.

The man hunched his nose.

"Russell? Right. Are you Russell Singh Stark? [Villagers] of…. The level of Adventurer's School has also fallen. I didn't know you would enroll [villagers]."

"Then the aristocrats have fallen too. I lost to that [villager] because of his grades."

"You, let me tell you!!

It was the surroundings of the nobility that made it so exaggerated.

One pulls out a sword and one wields a wand for his cell phone.

He shivered his vocal cords in an attempt to engage in a battle march and perform a magical activation provocation.

Whoa.

Even though it's on the Adventurer's School property, it's a lot for ordinary people to get in and out of.

If you have a problem, drop out of school immediately......

When I was about to say, a shadow had already passed beside me.

KING!!

The surrounding sword blows backwards.

One throat has a blade poked at it, and the other has a knife stopped on the back of his neck.