I Quit the Hero’s Party Chapter 257

〈 Episode 257 〉 Wow! Double the nightmare! (3)

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Thirty minutes have passed since class began.

In the open playground, half of the students are lying on the floor. The remaining half of the students are not okay either. Most students are breathing heavily with their hands on the floor.

Even though it is chilly as we enter winter, thick beads of sweat are forming on the students’ foreheads. The sweat dripping down the back of my neck makes me feel very uncomfortable.

Basic martial arts.

It’s obviously a subject that teaches physical skills… but we only do physical training for 30 minutes. The surviving students look at the ground and reminisce about the past thirty minutes.

Basic physical training.

Training to attach muscles to the body and increase basic physical strength so that it can handle the load on the body. It is a training that students of the Combat Magic Department have undergone countless times.

‘but···.’

If I were to ask whether this should be called basic, I could only shake my head. My whole body is screaming from the intense training that goes without even a moment to catch my breath.

Students who came in with a light heart have already collapsed or left the lecture on their own for a long time.

When I look around, the only ones left are the students from the Department of Combat Magic that I always see. It is said that they are the only ones who have endured the hell presented by Aplia’s nightmare.

“Should we stop warming up here?”

The students, who were looking at each other’s faces and smiling bitterly, looked up when they heard a voice coming from the podium. There stands the warrior they always admired.

“Um, sorry. Since you guys are following along so well, it seems a bit unreasonable. “From now on, we will shorten the warm-up time.”

Galahal smiled bitterly and came down from the podium.

The way students view Galahal has already changed a bit. Combat magic students feel a strangely familiar sense of ominousness.

‘Why is this…’

I feel a very strong sense of déjà vu.

The unfamiliar warrior smells like a familiar nightmare. It was around this time that the students looked at Galahal with such suspicious eyes.

“Professor Rania?”

“Oh, yes.”

Galahal called someone’s name, and a familiar voice was heard from somewhere. Rania, dressed lightly, is standing where the voice came from.

Druddudduddduk.

She is approaching, dragging something across the playground floor. The students’ eyes naturally turned to the items Rania was dragging.

“···Binding magic tool?”

Find out the identity of someone’s object.

Restraint magic tool. It is a type of magic tool that imposes a load on the body. It was a magic tool commonly found in physical training rooms, but the one Rania brought with her was something different.

It is not a sophisticated, neatly designed restraint magic tool placed in a physical training room. It is shaped like a piece of iron with a magic stone embedded in it, as if it only needs to be faithful to its original function.

“oh.”

Lark, who was looking at the magic tool, opened his mouth.

“That’s what warriors used. They said it was used for training knights. “This is an item that Oyakal boasted about purchasing in large quantities.”

Shocked, the students’ shoulders trembled.

“lakh···? “It’s used to train knights, what do you mean?”

“I heard it from the warriors. “He said he couldn’t properly tear muscles with civilian restraint magic tools and that they were too bland, so he bought restraint magic tools for knights.”

A restraining magic tool for knights.

“I heard the sound of metal scraping, so I guess that’s probably true.”

“oh. “Do you recognize me?”

Galahal, who came to Lark’s side, nodded.

“These are the things I used on the battlefield. “I brought it to see if it might be useful, but I think it might be helpful in your training.”

Galahal smiles brightly.

A pure smile exudes pure goodwill. There is no way for evil to exist in the kind smile of the most heroic warrior.

Coo!

“I brought it here.”

“thank you. Professor Rania.”

Galahal opened the bag Rania had brought with him and began laying out the magic tools for restraint on the floor. Even after handing them out one by one to each student, there are still fifteen left.

“Let me demonstrate.”

Crash.

Galahal began wearing a bracelet-shaped restraint magic device. Galahal stretched out his hand into the air, filling his body with about a dozen magic tools.

“Seongchang(？？）.”

Platinum-colored light gathers in Galahal’s grasp.

The gathered starlight becomes a single line, which eventually forms the shape of a window.

A long spear (？？) that is the symbol of Galahal.

The students’ eyes sparkle at the appearance of the star weapon. This is my first time seeing weapons such as a holy sword or holy spear so close. The students’ eyes lit up like that for a moment.

Bingle.

Galahal lightly rotated his spear and took a stance.

Eventually, Galahal took his stance and began swinging his spear. The platinum-colored spear blade made the sound of cutting through the wind.

Huh.

The motion of swinging the spear is simple.

Hit it vertically and swing it horizontally. The spear is turned and held, stabbed, and sometimes raised. These are the basic movements of spearmanship.

There is no hesitation in the basics (??).

As if speaking of him, there is no waste in Galahal’s movements. Even though he is wearing more than ten restraint magic tools, the trajectory drawn by the spear blade is nothing short of neat.

“Whoa.”

Galahal let out a short breath, spun his spear around, and hit the ground. “Cow,” the ground rumbles. The students who were watching this began to applaud one by one.

Galahal smiled sheepishly amid the applause and looked at the students while holding the spear.

“I also know about the martial arts you may have learned. “It is a martial arts technique used by knights, and these are the most basic movements.”

Galahal showed off his moves one after another.

These are clean and disciplined movements. It didn’t look like it had been repeated once or twice.

“I also learned basic martial arts like you. “I trained my body repeatedly while holding the binding magic tool you are holding now.”

The students looked at the magic tool in their hands.

Magic tools made of iron were heavy.

“Now I wear it with ease, but at first it was too much for me to even move around wearing one.”

“···yes?”

Questioning gazes fall on Galahal.

Galahal was a warrior and was born with a body blessed by the stars. A person like that was overwhelmed by something like this? It’s an incredible story.

Galahal smiled bitterly and continued, as if he was used to such gazes.

“You may not believe it, but it’s true. When I was an apprentice warrior, I was no match for my training instructor, Lord Trinitan. “It was somewhat embarrassing to be a warrior.”

Bigul’s Destel began to stand out from his apprenticeship.

A week after becoming an apprentice warrior, he defeated Lord Trinitan and was deployed to combat.

Kyle, known as the strongest warrior, had already achieved numerous achievements on the battlefield during his apprenticeship.

Sir Trinitan could not withstand even a single match against Kyle during his apprenticeship.

However, it was not Galahal.

“I lost, trained, and lost again. “It was half a year later that I was able to gain victory over Lord Trinitan, who was my training instructor.”

It received the least amount of starlight.

There is no talent for handling weapons.

There is no innate talent or talent (??).

“He is the weakest warrior of all time.”

Galahal said.

“That was my nickname during my apprenticeship. A warrior worse than a knight. A warrior worthy of starlight. Dunjae(？？) is too poor to be called a warrior.”

Amidst ridicule, Galahal trained with the knights.

He swung the spear while losing sleep at night, and trained repeatedly while wearing a binding magic tool. Because I was inferior to others, I tried to work harder than others.

“I trained by increasing the number one by one, first one, then two. “Effort is not betrayed.”

“······.”

“Hmm, maybe it’s because the hero grows quickly.”

It was said as a joke, but no one laughed.

The students looked at Galahal in disbelief. Because it was a story I had never heard anywhere else.

Galahal was never a strong warrior from the beginning.

He gained strength through hard work.

There is no student who does not know that fact.

However, I didn’t expect it to be this much. The students know what the man is called in front of them.

The most heroic warrior.

No one is mocking Galahal now.

Even philosophers who discuss the ephemerality of warriors remain silent in the face of Galahal’s achievements. Galahal achieved a feat that was bound to happen.

‘The beginning of such a hero was the same as the one we have now.’

Or worse.

There is no way I can easily accept those words. However, it doesn’t seem like the man in front of me is lying.

“Actually. “I have been observing you for the past few days.”

Galahal spoke as the students looked at him.

“It was amazing.”

You guys are amazing.

“He stands out at that age. Understand your talents and hone them. “While there are many people who have brilliant talents but rot away, aren’t you cultivating your talents and growing?”

Galahal smiled softly.

“That’s wonderful. “Really.”

These are unadorned words.

That’s why it touches me.

“I sometimes worry that I might be taking away the time of talented students. “The only thing I can teach you is this kind of training.”

A crude binding magic tool catches the students’ eyes.

“I hope this helps you.”

By the time Galahal finished speaking.

Crash.

The students began wearing restraint magic tools in silence.

Even after hearing such words from someone they admire, no student has any doubts about the class. One by one, he looked at Gala Hal with his restraint magic tools on.

“Thank you for your understanding.”

Galahal smiled contentedly.

“Today is our first class, so let’s take it easy.”

2.

It was never light.

The eyes of the students who fell on the floor are blurry. Only two students survived the training that literally destroyed their bodies.

“Oh oh···.”

Lakwa is feeling good after sweating for the first time in a while, and is admiring the muscles on his arms…

“Whoa.”

Belnoa takes a short breath and wipes the beads of sweat.

Except for those two, the combat magic students were feeling like earthworms crawling on the floor. Letting out the breath that had accumulated to the bottom of their chins over and over again, they look up at the sky.

The winter sky is blue.

The students burst into laughter as they were hit by the cool wind. My body is tired, but I don’t feel bad. I feel like the time spent on ‘Basic Physical Education’, which I had previously spent only on stretching my body, was truly worthwhile.

What I feel is a sense of accomplishment. And, the elation of being praised by the hero I admired.

Galahal consistently observed the students’ posture and gave them advice between classes. It is a good feeling for the students to be taught by a warrior.

“I’m in a good mood since morning class.”

“Yeah, it feels good, but…”

The students’ eyes rapidly become cloudy.

Where their eyes are directed, there is Professor Rania chatting with Galahal.

‘The class after the morning class.’

That is a class taught by a person called Aplia’s Nightmare. With a physically exhausted body, I have to take a nightmare class in a state where I feel like I’ll fall asleep right away when I close my eyes.

The students sighed at the despair that would soon come.

Rania, whether aware of the students’ feelings or not, is talking with a smile on her face. The students glanced at Rania and Galahal out of the corner of their eyes.

『What are you two doing together?』

“if······.”

『Oh no way. Professor Rania?』

『Wouldn’t it be okay if you were a hero enough to withstand Professor Rania’s blow?』

The warrior, Galahal.

Aplia’s Nightmare, Rania Van Trias.

These are two people with enough background and appearance to attract students’ attention. Since the two people are often seen talking, it would be natural for rumors to spread around them.

Even combat magic students are no exception.

The sight of two good-looking people talking is quite a sight. The students, intrigued, slowly approached the two.

“······.”

And then I listened to the conversation between the two people.

“Hey, you teach well?”

“Is that so?”

“huh. Well learned. “I think that’s all you need to do.”

Rania blurted out.

“But he was so considerate.”

“···yes?”

“Wouldn’t it be okay to increase it a little more? “From what I saw earlier, it seemed like he was following along well enough.”

“Hmm, but is it right to increase it gradually?”

···Increase further?

An eerie sound is heard.

The students glare at Rania with their eyes wide open. Naturally, there is no way a nightmare would care about human gaze.

“No, there’s no need for that.”

Rania shook her head.

“If you roll, these kids will follow you. “As you said, these children are full of talent.”

“Indeed… I guess I made a mistake by thinking about myself. “I will keep this in mind.”

Galahal nods.

Rania is looking at Galahal with a proud expression as he nods his head loudly as if impressed.

Blue, shiny eyes.

What is contained in those eyes is by no means something sweet between a man and a woman. There is a difference like heaven and earth from the sweet talked about in the rumors going around Aplia.

That one.

‘That’s the way we look at our own people.’

Goosebumps appear all over the students’ bodies.

The nightmare whispers to the warrior. The hero falls prey to the whispers of a nightmare. Here and now, a new nightmare is about to be born.

“Oh… I guess I can increase it like that?”

“okay. Do you need to do it step by step? “First, hit me with something overwhelming and take my mind off it…”

“Indeed… Applia has an educational method that suits Aplia. I gain enlightenment again.”

Students have intuition.

A new nightmare has appeared in Aplia.

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fantasy,