I Became an Academy Attack Helicopter - I Became an Academy Attack Helicopter chapter 113

113 – Chapter 37. Short and peaceful – 1

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The end of February.

Molten snow seeps into the ground and sprouts green sprouts that have been sleeping during the winter.

Early spring, when the forsythia, which suddenly burst into flower buds, revitalizes the bleak campus.

The first graduation ceremony of the seniors in the 3rd grade was held.

I watched the graduation ceremony in the auditorium because there were some familiar faces.

Chermia, who came with me, was still very popular with seniors.

Whoever sees it will know that Cermia is graduating.

“Hey. Came.”

Yuri, who just came down from the stage after receiving a bouquet of flowers as the representative of the pilot class, waved her hand.

“Congratulations on your graduation.”

“Oh? What’s up I never thought I’d be congratulated by you, man.”

Yuri, who giggled as she wrapped herself around me, her eyes widened as she noticed someone approaching behind me.

f*ck

Yuri A bouquet larger than the one you were holding in her hand was held in her arms.

“Congratulations.”

Tears began to form in Yuri’s eyes as she spoke with a blunt tone, but her sincerity.

“Master… ….”

Master Chromium came to Selmeyer to congratulate Yurine, the squire, on graduation.

Actually, I encouraged it a bit.

He’s not the type to hold such an event.

This time, which was carried out in complete secret, even Bartiers was mobilized.

For some reason, it seems to be used like a sea taxi in Chromium, but Bartiers was originally like that.

Anyway, he must have been excited to help out after hearing about Chromium.

Because he was a strangely active guy in an event like this.

“Then let’s go right back. You have reserved your place in the Empire.”

“Yes, yes!”

Yurine, who stole her eyes, gave me a wink and followed Master Chromium out of the auditorium.

Blonde, tanned When a strong man who looked like a goatee took the (self-proclaimed) goddess of the pilot class, the seniors in the 3rd grade looked puzzled.

Does anyone know that that man is Master Chromium?

It would have been a mess.

A person who inferred the identity of Chromium based on Yurine’s origin appeared late, but they had already left for Zafir, where Bartiers was anchored.

Only one picture, accidentally taken by a reporter’s camera while taking pictures of the graduation ceremony, proved that Master Chromium was there that day.

March.

The barren campus began to take on bright colors as if the spirit of spring had sprinkled green paint.

Are there any spirits of spring?

I don’t know either.

At least I had never seen it in the spirit world.

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Perhaps they don’t live in the spirit world, but hide in the ground, in sprouts, or in flowers.

Today was the first day of the school opening ceremony, which is only a few days left.

After a long break, I felt dizzy when I was about to go to school.

“Hello, Erif-senpai!”

“Yonseok. Words are short.”

Last year’s class as a teaching assistant, the juniors I became close with greeted me.

Those guys already have juniors.

She was treated like a chick, just like Irea, but it was strange to hear that she was receiving a junior like me last year.

Is it evidence that she is getting older?

She’s from the time of the Shinma War, so isn’t she already over 200 years old?

That’s it and this is this.

Because I am not the Allied General Misfire, but Erif Cruel, a third year at Celeste Military Academy.

Let’s keep it around 16 forever.

The opening ceremony was simple.

I’m worried that I’ll be called back to the first-year classes next week.

The 3rd year pilot class had fewer people than the 2nd year.

Some of the students in the pilot class were selected and dispatched to the army, so some students were scared and dropped out of school.

And a few friends suffering from the aftermath of the war.

They were only sorry.

It wasn’t a direct gun-to-sword fight, but the battlefield was not a beneficial place for children who had not yet grown up mentally.

They will return after receiving enough psychological treatment, so they should leave their seats empty.

The door opened and the teacher entered.

It was a familiar face.

“Hello, fellow pilot class 3rd graders! My name is Cinein, who is responsible for the burden of this class.”

I learned from that teacher when I was in the first year, and in the second year, I was in charge of the first-year class when I was a teaching assistant.

The teacher recognized me and waved her hand warmly.

After checking the number of people, Armion came in.

“Congratulations on your 3rd year. It’s my last year now. I will share this year’s curriculum with you. It might be a little hard to follow, so be nervous.”

The students in the pilot class listened to him as if it was too natural, but only asked questions after the ordinance was over.

“Is Armion the homeroom teacher again this year?”

“Huh? By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. No need to do it?”

“Yes!”

Everyone was relieved that the homeroom teacher they were accustomed to for a year did not change.

I’m comfortable and I like it.

“I see quite a few of my friends who were dispatched during winter break. Everyone worked hard. You’ve gained a lot of practical experience, so it’s going to add an important line to your career. It will be of great help when I am commissioned later.”

The faces of the friends who were roaming the battlefield were not very bright.

Their gaze turned to an empty seat in the middle.

Armion, who grasped the atmosphere, clapped his hands to attract attention.

“Well then, this year’s class president… …. Roy. Roy Sherluin?”

“Yes!”

“I’ll let you do it.”

Without any reason, a friend who has been the class president since the first year became the class president.

Everyone quickly adapted to the familiar and comfortable system.

In mid-March after the entrance ceremony for the first year, most of my friends who had been resting returned.

I don’t know if it’s nice or clever to get along naturally by pretending not to know everyone.

When I was in 3rd grade, morning classes disappeared altogether.

Instead, liberal arts were revived in elective classes just like in the first year.

Contrary to Armion’s words, who feared that it would be difficult to follow, this year’s curriculum had few mandatory classes to take.

It is a good school group that is left to the student’s autonomy.

I earned a lot of credits because I was a teaching assistant, so I was able to attend classes for 1st and 2nd grades as a teaching assistant, except for essential classes.

Moreover, there were classes that were conducted autonomously in the laboratory, perhaps because they took care of me.

First, take this class with Zermia and Shane, and apply for a teaching assistant…….

“Hot.”

You’re trying to apply for a teaching assistant even though I didn’t ask you to.

It was clear that someone had been brainwashed.

I don’t want to see a disgusting sophomore again, so I shouldn’t go ahead and apply.

Of course, I was so competent that I decided to become a teaching assistant.

Even if you prepare 3 classes for 1st and 2nd grades, you are asked to apply as you wish.

Isn’t it almost like a teacher-level schedule?

When did I get a job here?

2Nd graders taught so hard last year that they didn’t need to teach anymore, but strange subjects such as creating spirit items and driving magic items were newly added.

I think it would be fun, so should I apply?

“Hot.”

I almost applied for a teaching assistant in an ugly second-year class.

If possible, you should go to class of cute first graders and look at the new faces and heal yourself.

By the way…….

The content of the 2nd year class looks very interesting.

I also want to research the spirit items and magic items these days.

I wanted to know how far the technology was raised while experiencing it firsthand.

If you give it a spirit, you will be born again, so I understand why you take me to school.

I can’t help it.

I’m not applying to help a sophomore.

The class looks interesting, so we’re going to listen together.

“Wow! It’s Erif-senpai!”

“Really?”

“You mean you won’t come back to our class?”

As I enter the classroom, familiar faces talk to me with playful smiles.

“Noisy.”

He gave me a single word, but the heinous second graders just laughed and laughed.

They’re really weird.

Looking at the content of the classes I took in advance, I thought I knew the level of modern spirit items.

It is not as good as it was during the Shinma War, but by analyzing the information obtained during the last technology sharing, research on sergeants and spirits was in progress.

Thanks to you, I created a new class like this and selected the research talent in advance.

Our 3rd graders are graduating soon, so they must have decided it was too late.

Magic items have improved a lot compared to the past.

In the past, there were many strange things such as the blinding bullets used by Canael’s soldiers when they infiltrated Kanbal, as well as the jamming cover that disturbs the enemy’s detection magic when placed on the tank.

There are a lot of useful things in practice, so I paid attention.

“In this class, we will learn about the training simulator developed exclusively in Korea.”

The simulator was especially important in class.

It was made and can be trained at any time without burden of cost or time, so it was possible to dramatically raise the skills of pilots.

Last year, it was established as an integrated training system that can train commanders, operators, and even warriors.

It was a little embarrassing because I made it as the main axis.

“Is that really what Erif-senpai made?”

“How did you know?”

“It’s written at the top of the list of producers. Erif Cruel.”

It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten the admiration of my juniors, so I’m a little bubbly.

“But didn’t the senior just come up with ideas? She didn’t make it herself, did she?”

“Isn’t it? Am I the one who took all the complicated things apart and remodeled them simply?”

Anyway, these guys have no respect for their seniors.

So these days, the only pleasure was going to the first graders’ classes and receiving envy.

When there is a grade difference, there is a tendency to see it to a certain extent, but the difference between the 1st and 3rd grades was serious.

When you enter the first year class, everyone is clamoring to help each other.

Cute guys.

“Senior. Doesn’t your back hurt?”

“You are old, but sit over there and rest. We will even prepare.”

… You’re f*cking me just because we’ve gotten to know each other a little bit, right?

In any case, the first or second year were all the same guys.

“Ha ha ha.”

At dinner, Shane laughed out loud when he told the story of being robbed while entering a first-year class.

Cermia seemed to want to laugh, but it was obvious that she was holding back.

“Still, Erif is very popular among 1st and 2nd graders. We don’t have many opportunities to interact, so we don’t have many friends.”

“That’s right. The club has just started sophomore year, and we don’t have any children coming in.”

“Is that so?”

I leave the ttukbaegi with soup in it and bite the spoon while my juniors say hello and pass by.

Even for Cermia, she seems to know a lot of children because she is the class representative, but she comes to greet me all.

“Well.”

Considering the mental state of those children, it will be difficult for them to reach high positions in the future, but most of them will be restrained, right?

Even if my identity is revealed later, if you want to live as a ‘human’, it wouldn’t be bad to be friendly with them.

Yes. I want to continue living in this country in the human world.

After the war with the demons is over, you should build a house in a quiet countryside and live.

I enjoyed a brief peace while making plans for the future that seemed to be in vain.