chapter 25

As it turns out, there was no such thing as basic training.

What was done was one-sided violence.

“See!”

“Ugh!”

I get punched and kicked repeatedly.

“Oh, come on, will you die?”

“How can your HP go down to zero at this level?”

This world has status.

If you run out of HP, you’ll probably die.

I’m already dying. I’m dying. I’d show you my status and do the impossible.

“So you’ve been left out.”

“Stupid.”

I was kicked in the side and rolled on the ground.

“Do you think opening up status in the middle of a fight is going to help?”

Something was thrown next to me.

It was a wooden sword.

“Get up. And swing.”

The knight with the glasses also has a wooden sword.

I grabbed the rolled wooden sword and stood up, using it as a staff – but, something hits my leg and my eyes see the sky again.

I fell headfirst to the ground.

“Sticking a sword in the ground is out of the question.”

The knight with the glasses says and the rest of the knights laugh.

“Oh, come on, man, don’t you ever get in a fight with that guy?”

“You can’t do martial arts or swordsmanship, how can you call yourself a candidate for the hero?”

“There’s no need to devote our time to this guy.”

After repositioning his glasses, the knight pulls something out of his pocket.

I heard the lid open and something liquid splashed on my face.

“Potions. I wouldn’t leave a bruise.”

The intense pain in my face gradually subsided.

At the same time, the pain in the area where I’ve been hit was gone.

“Be here tomorrow at the same time. If you don’t, I’ll kill you.”

The knight takes one look at me and then turns away.

Coughing, I had to respond with a small “Yes…”

The knights are moving away.

Breathe, adjust your breathing.

There was nothing I could do.

There’s no way I can do that.

I’ve lived in a peaceful world until now.

Basic training? Martial arts, swordsmanship? I don’t know.

“What the hell?”

I don’t know why I’m going through this.

A different guest room than the one I collapsed in became my room.

There are no patterns on the walls or ornaments, and it seems to be a room where guests butlers and companions are shown around.

But the bed is there, so I fall into it.

I’m no longer injured, but exhaustion hangs in the back of my mind.

Do I have to continue to be subjected to such one-sided violence without knowing why?

Are they not informed that we were summoned and we don’t know anything about it?

I feel like this will kill me one day.

Early on, someone can’t be a…… Knight Commander. Maybe a mage.

Would Princess Elle be okay? If she’s involved, I’m going to lose faith in people.

As I was frightened by such imaginations, I heard a knock on the door.

I got my body up.

“Yes…..”

“Spinning wheel, I’m Tobino.”