I'm an Ordinary Returning Student at the Academy

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Chapter 41

Fiance? Fiance?? Me? So, am I going to be Karls wife?

Oh my. Oh my! How so desirable! Ah, no! Shameful words!

Eh, oh my?

Rav?

Hehe. By your reactions, it must be true!

No! Calling me fiance! You shouldnt say such things! Weve only just become slightly closer, havent we, Karl?!

What if he gets overwhelmed and pushes me away even more!

I have to stop her. Its not like that between us, I need to step up and make it clear.

Although someday it might really become like that, its not now. Thats how it should be

Lavrenti?

Feel free to just call me Rav!

Ah, okay. Rav. Im really glad to meet you.

Yes! Nice to meet you! Oh, but you can speak comfortably!

Oh dear. Can I really do that? Youre an esteemed person.

Yes. Shes an esteemed person. Calling me Fiance Hmhm. Thats not it.

No, no! Decorum! She received a Silver Merit Medal, so I must maintain manners!

Right! So, I behave with manners. Not because she called me Fiance!

Rav.

Yes, Master.

Its not like that between us. Apologize to Selena quickly.

Karl?! Its not exactly his fault, but isnt it a bit much to ask for an apology?!

Eh? Isnt that so?

No. Its just that I made Selena uncomfortable because of that long ago.

Of course, it was uncomfortable! But now it doesnt bother me at all! Im not uncomfortable at all!

I even wish it were like that! So, Rav, youre just

If thats the case, then Im glad No. Im sorry. Selena. I made a mistake.UppTodatd frm n/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m

No, Rav. Its okay. You didnt do anything wrong.

Okay. If anyone did anything wrong, it was Karl. And me.

I suppressed the sigh that was about to come out. It seemed like we had a long way to go.

Wait, was there something before the apology just now? Must be my imagination?

* * *

It was almost a disaster. Our barely recovered relationship almost fell apart again.

Selenas mental state was on the brink of collapse after the public confession incident.

And I, getting heavily scolded, also had my mental state shattered into molecules.

I dont want to recall that time as much as possible.

Thanks to that, I went through hell in the military and faced all sorts of things.

Selena must have had a tough time too, full of guilt and hardships.

Lets sit down for now. There are a few things I want to ask while were at it.

Yes, Master.

First of all, I will ask why shes calling me Master. Definitely.

Congratulations on your discharge. When did you get out?

A few days ago. I dont think the ink on the certificate is even dry yet..

It hasnt been that long since I got out either.

Then suddenly, I notice the Silver Merit Medal on Ravs chest.

Both Selena and I, we were quite curious about that.

You even got a medal. You mustve been told to just stay in the army, right?

Oh, this? Master is right. On the day of my discharge, they kept asking if I had any intention of staying.

And you endured that?

Yes? Oh, should I have gotten angry?

I wouldve done more than just get angry, I might have split the skull of the person who kept asking like that on the day of their discharge. Isnt that crossing the line a bit too much?

Just sending that child home alive is something that would have made Jesus and Buddha give up their seats and say, You are too nice.

Did you also save people like Karl?

At that moment, Selena, who had been quietly listening, asks subtly about the medal.

Could Rav also? So, is that why shes calling me Master?

If thats the case, it makes sense. If you were inspired by me and did it

No. Selena. Thats not it. I havent saved hundreds of lives like Master. Ive only killed to stay alive like any other soldier.

On the battlefield, a soldier kills the enemy. Its natural. Nothing to be ashamed of.

But to get a medal for it means youre not just killing like everyone else.

Well. Actually, I was a sniper.

Huh?

You call me master. You call yourself my disciple. But suddenly, a sniper comes up.

A sniper?

Yes. The Kanfras Ah! I mean, here Kanfra refers to

I know. Hardline elves. The Hawks. Luzerne.

Oh! You know?

Thanks to someone.

Well, of course, I should know. People close to me are more likely to say Kanfra than Elves.

My small wish is to make sure there are no people calling Luzernes elves anymore.

So, Rav? What about the Kanfras?

I was called the White Feather by those guys.

Wait. What did you say?

White Feather? With an official sniper record of 93 kills, unofficially reaching around 300 kills.

And to think that the crazy sharpshooter who sniped without even using a scope was Rav?!

White Feathers?

Oh. You dont know. Hehehe Well, its not like Ive accomplished anything as impressive as Master. Im embarrassed now. I feel like I shouldnt have said anything!

No. Absolutely not. If anything, you might be more famous than me. Unbelievable.

When listing the most reliable people on the battlefield, the noun that must be included is the sniper, the sharpshooter.

Among them, the White Feather, the sharpshooter, was rumored to be the best of the best.

Even though its a story far from our frontlines, it was impressive enough to be talked about.

Wow. Thats impressive. Some hit the enemy with just one shot, while others hit their allies with just one shot.

Sergeant Karl. Cant you switch to the White Feathers unit?

Looking back on it now, its ridiculous. I got made fun of for my marksmanship.

The best sniper, the best sharpshooter, the white feather, calls me her master!

No, wait. Wait.

I cant wait anymore. I cant wait. I have to ask.

Why am I a master? Why do you call yourself my disciple?

Are you really the White Feather whos known to be the top sharpshooter?

Um, Im embarrassed to say that I am. Master.

But why are you my disciple? Why am I your master?

* * *

People join the Imperial Army for various reasons.

Some do it to prove themselves. Some do it to gain courage. And some, just because theyre pushed into it.

From that perspective, I could say I was the third.

The reason for enlisting is quite shocking, Miss Lavrenti. To shut peoples mouths, you say.

I still remember the female officer in charge of womens enlistment shaking her head.

But what could I do? I have six younger siblings under my care.

My parents were surely good people. They raised us with all their might.

They always showered us with affection and worked day and night to ensure we didnt starve.

I loved such parents. And I loved my siblings too.

So, I left home and enlisted in the army.

For my family. To lessen the burden and share it once discharged.

I dont want to know what kind of people you were outside or what you did! Im not curious, and I dont need to know! Do you know why?!

I dont know, sir!

Its because youre no longer people! From now on, youre soldiers! Because within the Imperial Army, regardless of what you were outside, youre all just the same soldiers!!

Training was tough. Those who couldnt adapt properly were all disciplined.

I, too, felt the urge to give up several times. I cried because I missed my parents and siblings.

But I couldnt. I had a family to take care of.

As the eldest daughter, I had an obligation to lighten the burden of both parents.

But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would end up on the battlefield.

Private Lavrenti. Youre being transferred from logistical support to a rifleman position.

Was it because my shooting scores during training were somewhat good? Thats how I became a rifleman.

At first, I thought it was fortunate. At least I wouldnt have to fight elves with a spear.

No, wait. Just a moment.

Its unbelievable now. I received so much ridicule for my marksmanship skills.

But when they talk about the best sniper, the top sharpshooter, they call me a master!

No, wait. Just a moment.

I cant delay any longer. I cant wait any longer. I have to ask. Why am I a master? Why do you call me your disciple?

Are you really the White Feather? The top sharpshooter known as the White Feather?

Um, unfortunately, thats true. Master.

But why are you my disciple? Why am I your master?

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People join the Imperial Army for various reasons.

Some do it to prove themselves. Some do it to gain courage. And some, just because theyre pushed into it.

From that perspective, I could say I was the third.

Your reason for enlisting is quite shocking, Miss Lavrenti. To shut peoples mouths, you say.

I still remember the female officer in charge of womens enlistment shaking her head.

But what could I do? I have six younger siblings under my care.

My parents were surely good people. They raised us with all their might.

They always showered us with affection and worked day and night to ensure we didnt starve.

I loved my parents. And I loved my siblings too.

So, I left home and enlisted in the army.

For my family. To lessen the burden and share it once discharged.

I dont want to know what kind of people you were outside or what you did! Im not curious, and I dont need to know! Do you know why?!

We dont know, mam!

Its because youre no longer people! From now on, youre soldiers! Because within the Imperial Army, regardless of what you were outside, youre all just the same soldiers!!

Training was tough. Those who couldnt adapt properly were all disciplined.

I, too, felt the urge to give up several times. I cried because I missed my parents and siblings.

But I couldnt. I had a family to take care of.

As the eldest daughter, I had an obligation to lighten the burden of both parents.

But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would end up on the battlefield.

Private Lavrenti. Youre being transferred from logistical support to a rifleman position.

Was it because my shooting scores during training were somewhat good? Thats how I became a rifleman.

At first, I thought it was fortunate. At least I wouldnt have to fight elves with a spear.

However, soon I had no choice but to abandon that thought

Value your gun more than your life!

If you miss, be prepared! Do you know how expensive ammunition is?!

Wasnt our empire the best in guns and gunpowder? And yet this?

I thought it was just a matter of shooting, but it wasnt. It was mandatory to hit for the sake of our empires citizens.

But, wait Thats easier said than done. How difficult it is to hit the target.

Of course, I wanted to shoot well. Just thinking about the taxes my parents paid for these bullets.

And finally, the battlefield we encountered was hell. It was a nightmare that I never want to recall.

Aaaah!

My arm! My arm!!

Get him to the rear immediately! Quickly!

As days passed, the situation worsened. We became more like beasts than humans.

It was only by the presence of those who had been with me until now that I could barely hold on.

One day, we received orders to move to a place far from our frontline.

At first I thought we were going to the rear, but then I realized it was a reserve for a counterattack.

And there, by chance, I met him.

Youre really great if youre good at shooting. Karl.

Sorry for the noise, Sergeant.

While everyone else was resting, there was a man practicing with his gun alone.

At first, it was out of curiosity. I approached, wondering why he was doing that.

And during our brief time together, I heard stories about shooting from him.

Look. Dont pull the trigger right away, but calm your breath first

Control your breath well. Dont close your eyes. The muzzle should always face forward.

Posture is also important. Find a place to support yourself like this. If there isnt any

In my previous life No. I know a guy who crawled 1500m just to shoot.

Youre doing well. From what I see, you could really become a sharpshooter.

It was a brief encounter. But more than anything, it was intense.

Until then, I had always been filled with a sense of obligation.

But he, not as a duty, but with words of praise, lifted me up.

It was the first time someone sincerely, brightly praised me.

Thats why Im so glad, Master. You said you had no relationship with her.

If there was a relationship, wed be talking at gunpoint Oh, no. Am I going crazy?

* * *

Thats the reason Lavrenti called me a master.

But from what I remember, despite saying that, I didnt hit a single shot next to Lavrenti, did I?

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