“Still, you should be placing more priority on your current task. Anything could happen, depending on where you’re assigned.”
A sense of unease regarding the future… What a horrible thing to hear.
“Anyhow, you’re pretty unlucky, so take care of yourself. Not everyone out there will be as kind to you as we are.”
I barely held back from questioning how bad it could be out there if my treatment here was quantified as ‘kind’.
Those were some pretty harsh orders you gave me, you know? 10 laps around the campus, every single night.
I’ve built up some stamina now though, thanks to that.
If I were still back in Japan, I don’t think I’d have ever gained this much stamina.
¡Viva La Other-World!
Now that I think about it, I didn’t see any skills related to increasing one’s own potential for growth… If I had seen something like that I would’ve grabbed it immediately.
My thoughts suddenly were sidetracked.
“What do you mean by ‘bad luck’?”
“You had that returnee, Brutocles, as a partner, didn’t you? That’s pretty unlucky.”
“Brute?”
While we’ve only known each other for the past two months, I haven’t come across anything wrong with the guy.
As far as I can tell, all of the discrimination is related to him being an Orc. I’ve never understood a word he’s said, but communication has never been an issue between us.
“Well, it isn’t surprising that you don’t know about it. Things happened, so now he’s starting over from scratch with the other recruits.”
“Things… happened?”
“As I recall… He broke the law and was punished for it. Since he got in trouble, he was discharged.”
“I’m surprised he was permitted to reenlist.”
Brute’s a criminal… That seems hard to believe.
He must’ve had a good reason for it.
“Indeed. I don’t know the exact details, but I heard an exception was made for him to reenlist alongside the trainees. It surprised me just as much, too.”
“I see.”
“His LV is decent, and he’s physically strong too. You can count on him in a fight, but be careful. He’s still a filthy Orc.”
From the way he looks, I doubt Brute’s going to cause any issues, but… Regardless, even if I leave the military I’ll still have a slot available as a ‘Warrior from Another World’, so there’s no problem.
I played it off in a lackadaisical manner… The next day, we were being officially promoted from Trainees to Recruits… Eventually, we were up next.
Brute and I prepared ourselves to move up, salute our superior officer and wait for him to speak.
“The two of you…”
He rifled through the documents in front of him, wondering where he would assign the pair in front of us.
Finally, it was our turn. The assistant to the officer in command raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe Tolvich Cenaille…?”
Upon hearing the name, the senior soldiers who had been congratulating each of the graduates abruptly turned their heads towards us.
The room became eerily quiet.
Our Drill Sergeant, who had once screamed impossible demands with his harsh tone of voice, now had eyes filled with pity instead.
“Training in Emilovia… Make sure you train thoroughly. I hope you pull through, and I mean that sincerely.”
The Sergeant, who had only ever spoken in a businesslike manner, now gave words of encouragement instead.
I’ve… got a bad feeling about this.
“Buu.”
With the oh-so-ominous news being delivered, Brute’s response was the most memorable part.
Based on what I’ve learned from the higher-ups, Tolvich is famous, but not in a good way.
Anything else beyond that is hearsay.
While studying, I didn’t hear a lot about the man, only that his reputation isn’t very good.
I’m praying that they’re only rumors.
So, our journey…… was a two-day ride in a horse-drawn carriage.
That’s even when using the shortest path
According to the map, we’d traveled quite the distance.
We were settled into a large wagon full of recruits, which drove us out of the city as we disembarked.
The way there was… Well, by and large it was uneventful.
So long as you take the right path, you won’t see many monsters, apparently.
All the excess free time had me bored out of my mind… Finally, we arrived at Emilovia, and exited the wagon.
After dropping us off at our destination, with a clip-clop of hooves, it left.
I then took stock of everyone who got off.
“Ah.”
Besides Brute and I… there was a familiar face.
She was the recruit we’d trained alongside a few times.
Her face had a tinge of cheer to it, possibly because she’d already been acquainted with us.
I’d assumed there would be another girl, but… it doesn’t look like there is.
“So we were sent to the same area.”
“Yeah. I suppose we’ll be working together from now on?”
“Buu.”
“Most likely. That reminds me…”
“Hm?”
Wiping her hands onto her clothes, the girl extended her hand out in front of her.
A handshake?
Reciprocating the gesture, we shake hands.
She also shook Brute’s hand.
That left a good impression. Not hating Brute is always a good thing.
“I’ve yet to introduce myself. My name is Philin Royliz. Rank, Recruit.”