I Became an Academy Attack Helicopter

13 – Chapter 4. A Guide for Spirits Traveling to the Military Academy – 1

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The site of the Celeste Military Academy was so large that it seemed like it was going to be too large, but fortunately, the classes that were held rather than practice were held in two buildings called the ‘classroom building’.

“B building 2-2 classroom. Here.”

Chermia found the classroom on her own. As she traveled with Chermia, she was so comfortable that her self-reliance, which she had built up in her dukehouse, continued to decline.

When I opened the door to the classroom and entered, the students who had already arrived turned their heads and looked at me. He raised his right hand and waved it.

Hey. It’s a lot of trouble, yes.

My actions gave the children a slightly bewildered expression, and then a few people waved their hands together.

I sat in the front seat, slightly ignoring the rest of the kids all staring at strange things.

“Erif. Is the front row okay?”

Cermia’s expression was complicated and subtle.

“Why?”

“No… …. For some reason, Erif felt like he would fall asleep if he listened to a class like this.”

Is it because she fell asleep during the morning entrance ceremony? That’s how my image in Cermia was.

She said she hadn’t shown anything before.

Okay. Let’s refresh the image in this class.

Then the door opened and a small female teacher with glasses came in.

“Hello!”

She didn’t look like a military academy teacher at all. Rather close to the lab… ….

Oh, since it’s an ancient language class, it could be someone from the lab. There is a research institute inside the military academy, so was it sent from there?

The teacher placed her thick books and handouts on her school table and asked a little curiously.

“What happened? I hear it a lot this year. Everyone came to take an ancient language class, right?”

As the children nodded her head, the teacher moved her eyes closed and clenched her fists, shaking her body.

The number of students in the classroom was a little over 20, including me and Chermia.

“My name is Se-min and I am working at the relic research institute in the military academy. I am honored to have been teaching ancient languages for 3 years since the military academy commissioned me to teach them. So, since it’s a trial period, let’s learn something simple, shall we?”

Her eyes met with the teacher who was handing out the handouts. At that moment, her teacher just stiffened.

And she spoke so softly that the teacher, who had stood still for a few seconds, could only be heard by me and Czermia, who were sitting in the front of her.

“Uh, uh, go, princess…… !”

The teacher, who had been speaking up to her, covered her own mouth and shook her head.

As her students questioned the expression on their faces, the teacher cleared her throat and started handing out her handouts again.

The movement was so stiff that it almost looked like a robot.

I’m sure I’m a researcher who knows who I really am, but why am I so hardened?

It was a little strange considering that all the other researchers were so anxious that they couldn’t talk to me.

Looking at the cheerful greeting upon entering for the first time, I don’t think it’s because of my personality.

“Well then. Let’s learn about an ancient language that is easy and useful, no, let’s learn it.”

The teacher looks at me a lot while talking. Even the other children would take turns seeing the teacher and me, so if this continues, the class will not proceed properly.

I can’t help it. It may be noticeable – in fact, it seems it is already too late – but if this class is conducted properly, I will be able to earn credits.

“Teacher.”

“Yes, four!”

When I talked to him, the teacher responded with tension like a new recruit.

What is it? Is it a world of teacher-student reversal?

“Class. Please take it easy.”

“Oh, I see!”

It didn’t look comfortable at all. Done. I’ve done enough.

That’s how the ancient language class began.

As soon as the class started, the teacher enthusiastically conducted the class.

If there was a problem, it was the ancient language itself, the content of the class.

The content of the class did not seem to have any problems. It doesn’t look like it’s wrong at all. If there’s a problem, I’m the spirit myself.

“So [[Jeonjin]] Written here means ‘forward’ in Korean.”

It was like this. So, is it forward or backward?

I turned off the interpreter bracelet, but I can’t quite understand the other words in the teacher’s explanation except for the ancient language.

Chermi Agai thought she would have to explain later if she was in class, so she turned around and saw that she wasn’t in that situation.

“Ugh.”

Chermia was groaning as her face heated up.

“Are you okay? Are you sick?”

“No. I’m not sick…….”

Most of the students other than Zermia looked similar. Only me and the teacher and one other male student were okay.

“Oh, I already said three words in 30 minutes… …. Sorry! So, shall we rest for the rest of the time?”

At the teacher’s words, the students sighed in relief and drooped. Chermia also fell on her desk, what the hell is going on?

“Teacher.”

When she called her teacher to find out exactly what had happened to the other children, she came over in surprise.

“Yes. Mr. Erif. No, Miss Erif.”

Too lax. Talking here will not only catch Cermia, but her other students as well.

“Let’s talk somewhere else for a moment.”

“Yes, yes! Follow me.”

When the teacher left the classroom first, Chermia was lying on her stomach and only turned her head to look this way.

“Let’s talk to the teacher for a moment.”

“Yes. Go go.”

When she went out, there was no one in the hallway except for the teacher and me.

She spoke to the teacher who was standing by the window a little further from the classroom.

“There… ….”

Scared to speak to her, the teacher cried out.

“Princess! Isn’t my class too boring? Oh, is there something wrong with my interpretation? Or was the book itself wrong?”

Semin almost cried. Once she shook her head, the teacher gave her a noticeably reassured look.

“Why other students?”

“Ah, the princess is already using an ancient language as her mother tongue, so you may not be familiar with it. When you first recognize the words of the original ancient language as letters and language, you use a lot of magic. It’s okay to just listen. And if you’re not used to it, you’ll use your magic power even when you speak. I’m an ancient language major, so I’m used to speaking and writing, so I don’t use much magic.”

I understand to some extent. For example, what I said when I went into ‘Spirit Mode’ was an ancient language, and it was said that ordinary people would use magical powers when they first learned or used it.

The more you get used to it, the less you use it.

It seems that the children who took the class used their magical powers immensely to learn words.

So, who was the only boy who was okay?

“One was fine.”

“I think that student had a different amount of magic.”

Oh, he’s like a magician.

At first glance, I heard that there is a separate school for wizards.

“Princess. Thank you for attending my class today. It would be an honor if you could attend my class.”

The teacher’s words first showed a positive meaning. I didn’t know if it would be possible to get grades for free if I was persuaded.

I only had one thing to say.

“Princess. No.”

“Oh, sorry, sorry. Erif.”

“Except you.”

“Then Miss Erif?”

“Name only.”

“Erif.”

Nodding her head satisfactorily, the teacher was at a loss for what to do.

“Well, shall we go back to the classroom then?”

Oh. What I want to say from now on is the main thing. Once I grabbed the teacher’s sleeve.

“Teacher.”

“Yes?”

“Do you work in a lab?”

“Oh, yes. As I said before, I am working in a research institute on campus. I am researching a language system that interprets ancient languages and transmits more precise commands to the spirits. It’s not a tactical research department or a relic restoration department, so I rarely meet with Erif.”

It was a fight that was truly regrettable. Great. As planned

“Does it get in the way when I go out to play?”

The teacher was startled by my words. She said, waving her hand.

“Oh, no! Please come and visit us!”

“When I go to the lab. I will go play.”

The teacher covered her mouth with her moved face, and then she clasped my hands with hers.

There were even tears in her eyes. You are full of emotions.

“Thank you so much! Uh, what should I do? As soon as I contact the manager…….”

I just went out to play and tried to build a good feeling, but things seemed to be getting bigger. Well, let’s think about it later.

After a while, I entered the classroom with the real teacher. It was almost time for the class to end, and the teacher gave the closing remarks.

“Today, I was a little nervous, so I went out too far. Classes at this level will not continue in the future. After mastering the main commands, the efficiency of magic will be improved through the process of repeated mastery, and later, there will be some practice of giving commands while directly interacting with the spirits.”

Most of the students nodded their heads. However, some students were fussing over whether they had lost interest.

The teacher announced the end of her class with a bitter smile as if she had no choice.

“What did you talk about with Erif?”

At Chermia’s words, the attention of those around him was focused. Wouldn’t the kids be mad if she said she was working on a crush to get a good grade?

In this case, you are saying something that seems to exist.

“The future.”

“Huh?”

“About my future.”

“Uh… ….”

Czermia and her children looked confused. Was it too abstract?

“If you want to be a pilot, it is important to talk to the spirit. So you have to learn the ancient language. It’s an important class.”

I have to learn to speak quickly, but I don’t speak much.

“… ….”

At my words, the children’s expressions became serious. It’s hard to say that it was just a slurred word.

At that time, a female student who had been smoking tantrums at the end approached me. She said with a slightly angry expression.

“You are a pilot class nominee, so you take this kind of headache class while taking your time, don’t you? If you listen to this once, you will lose all your energy and it will affect the next class, but it would be better to take two other classes.”

Some students agreed with the girl’s words.

Well, I wasn’t wrong. Because the class has to listen to what suits you.

But I want these children to get along with the spirits. Just as I am learning the language of this country, I want these children to learn the language of the spirit.

“I’ll tell you.”

“What? You?”

I looked at the girl who tilted her face toward me as if doubting her ears, and then picked up the handout she used in her class.

I glanced at the handout for a while, and fortunately, there were quite a few words in addition to the words I learned today.

“[[Forward]], [[Reverse]], [[Accel]], [[Stop]], [[Avoid]], [[Full speed☆Forward]]… ….”

“Stop!”

In my flashy ancient language parade, the children who had just been traumatized in class covered their ears.

But my native ancient language doesn’t use magic to listen.

According to the teacher, the magic of ancient languages is used when someone who has not fully mastered a specific word understands and reads the meaning of the word correctly.

If so, can’t you just get used to it?

Magical power continuously recovers naturally, so if you don’t need to use a lot of magic, you can improve your magic efficiency just by reviewing it from time to time.

It’s probably because everyone is bothered or not interested.

Cermia also looked at the students who covered their ears with pitiful eyes. With her tacit support, she stood in front of the girl who called me a nominee.

“What, what?”

I’m tired of my splendid ancient language skills.

“I’ll tell you. Ancient language.”

Once again suggested. The girl hardened her expression as if a little worried, and stood there without a word.

It was a time when a word was needed to push the back of the conflicting girl.

“Good for piloting.”

It was not unfounded. It would be advantageous if I could learn the ancient language properly and communicate closely with the spirits.

Come to think of it, the kids who don’t learn ancient languages move their weapons just by controlling them, right?

It is to fight only with one’s own ability. It is said that a spirit is used like a kind of part that only carries out the commands entered correctly.

But what if you can give detailed commands to the spirits by learning the ancient language? Even minor mistakes can be covered, and in case of an emergency, it will be possible for the spirits to step out and get out of the crisis.

I don’t know for sure, but the sense of the spirit inside me was telling me that.

As is the case with humans who live in their own flair, the pilot race will tend to consider only their own skills as their real skills. That is why cooperation with spirits must have been overlooked.

Out of over 100 aspiring pilots right now, only about 20 came to take this class.

If so, wouldn’t there be more people who learn ancient languages if they show good performances in practice?

It was a pity that the result of my logical thinking was only output as ‘Glass for piloting’. I really need to study the horse seriously.

Whether he understood my intentions or whether he was surprised at how fluent in ancient language, who had been referred to by the principal as an ‘idiot’ and was convinced that he was a ‘nominal’, the girl gently nodded her head.

Even the children who were not likely to apply for classes seemed to be thinking about it.

“Come on, the kids who are going to class at 4, let’s go quickly. We only have five minutes left.”

At Zermia’s words, the students rushed out of the classroom.

I too was caught by Zermia’s hand and headed to the classroom where the war history class will be held.