Reincarnated as a Farmer Gamer: Rising to the Top with the Evolution of the Weakest Job that Only I Know About!? - 42.2

What a zoo…

“If you mind, you lose.”

“How can you eat so deliciously in such a situation, young lady?”

“The food is delicious, isn’t it?”

“Well… it’s not that…”

“Even though Beryl is so strong, you’re sensitive to people’s stares.”

“Well… it’s probably the most hated thing in the world.”

“Hehe. Too bad. Since you became my knight, it’s impossible.”

“Huh… ha. I thought it would be a little easier once I entered school…”

“Oh, isn’t it nice? There’s a very cute girl sitting in front of you.”

“But the girl sitting in front of me right now is not cute at all. Please change seats, young lady.”

“Nope? Once we’ve decided on our seats, it’s for the whole year.”

“… Sigh. This is depressing.”

After the meal, after a short break, afternoon classes began.

I wondered what elective course the young lady would choose, and unexpectedly…

“Young lady? Are you really okay?”

“Yes. There’s no problem.”

While saying that, the young lady, who was normally timid, sighed as she gripped a wooden sword she had never held before.

The elective courses only recommend classes that suit one’s abilities; they are not mandatory.

The young lady doesn’t have any special abilities; she’s just a noble.

Compared to “farmers” and others, overall, she has high performance, so she can handle almost anything adequately. However, compared to general martial arts abilities, she cannot win in battles, and it can’t be said that she is good at them.

Despite this, for some reason, she said she wanted to take general martial arts classes and came here.

Looking around, there are surprisingly more viscount students than noble students, but the representative of the new students looks the strongest.

The sound of hands clapping to attract attention, and four teachers came.

“From now on, I will measure everyone’s abilities! Pair up in twos and have a mock battle!”

“I’ll go with the young lady.”

“Is that okay? It would be better to go with someone stronger.”

“No, thanks.”

“Well, okay…”

After all, I don’t want to stand out!

Is there a need to learn something about fighting at this point? I have doubts, but it’s just a feeling. If there’s something to learn, let’s think of it as lucky.

Then several pairs of mock battles began.

“Now, young lady! Come at me anytime!”

“Then, I’ll go all out!”

The movements of the young lady swinging the wooden sword were so slow that it made me yawn.

After hitting each other with wooden swords several times, the young lady exaggeratedly gasped for breath.

“I-It’s unexpectedly…t-tiring…”

“Young lady? What level are you?”

“Me? Um, I’m still level 3.”