I Became an Academy Attack Helicopter

67 – Chapter 24. Semester 2 begins – 1

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The season has arrived, which is not too hot to call it midsummer and not easy to walk around in the scorching sun to call it fall.

Late summer at the end of August, as is often the case when the seasons change, there was a sense of ambiguity.

The tropical night of Ekarta, where you would have to get up and pour water on yourself without proper cooling magic, was over, but the midday sun was terrifyingly hot.

Sometimes when a cool breeze blows in through the open window, I think that autumn is coming, but the still cicada cries make me realize that summer is not over yet.

Trick

I opened the door at the sound of a knock, and Chermia was standing there.

Is the time already like this?

“Are you ready already?”

Cermia’s eyes widened as if surprised by the appearance of me wearing a neatly ironed uniform and hat.

“Then. I also adapted a lot during the semester.”

I wonder how many days I will be able to go.

Today’s schedule, the day of the opening ceremony of the second semester, was quite difficult.

Unlike the entrance ceremony, all students in the 4th grade and below who reside in the school hold the opening ceremony in their respective classes, receive morning classes, and immediately begin the afternoon class experience week.

Can I take a day off from the opening ceremony?

But there was no point in grunting here.

If I’m going to argue, I’ll have to go to the principal or the teacher who designed the curriculum.

And obviously they wouldn’t care.

After all, we, who cannot escape from the yoke of being a student created by society, have no choice but to go to class from the first day of school.

In order to correct this wrong practice, our students should unite and refuse classes for one day and watch a movie or go out and play.

After expressing this opinion, the friends shook their heads.

“Erif. Did you get enough rest during vacation?”

“The children of the Magic School say that the vacation is less than a month.”

“Ha, but for a better educational environment… ….”

“Shh. The teacher is here.”

The noble struggle to improve the educational environment ended without much response before it even started.

“It’s been a while, everyone! Did everyone have a good vacation?”

“Yes!”

“Some of you may have heard of it before, but today, the class starts the class with a short opening ceremony through video.”

I could hear small children complaining, but the experienced homeroom teacher immediately turned on the magic tool that sent the video.

When Curst appeared on the screen, everyone quietly started watching the video.

“Nice to meet you, gentlemen. During summer vacation…….”

I was staring blankly at the screen, drooling through one ear because there wasn’t much content, and Curst grabbed a piece of paper and held it out in front of the screen.

“… Therefore, first-year students with high spirit-friendliness will be given priority, and classes will be taught using a test machine based on new relics. A separate curriculum will be established, so check the list and apply for classes as soon as the affinity measurement is finished.”

Finally, something has come.

I’ve been called several times to adjust throughout the summer.

It was decided to go through further development due to safety concerns, but the simulation using fantasy magic was able to be completed.

I copied the movement and control methods over several days using the video collection magic tool mounted on my relic.

I heard that the simulation was completed, but I didn’t test it myself, so I don’t know how well it was implemented.

However, it seems to be enough to be able to teach for once.

I might be called to the lab within this week.

After the opening ceremony and the ordinance were completed, the morning classes started immediately.

“Ha-Am”

“Are you sleepy?”

“It’s always like that for lunch.”

I almost fell out of my chin while yawning droopy.

The place I hit in the spirit world seemed to hurt a bit, so I patted my chin like a habit.

The person who fell out of the spirit world last time came back here and was fine, but the energy of the integrated parts was not charged.

The spirit realm and the material realm seemed to run independently of the state of my body and energy charge.

“What should I take in the afternoon class?”

“The proportion of major classes has increased considerably.”

“Now that the major has been decided, it is because.”

Shane unfolds her timetable with a serious expression on her face.

The 1 o’clock class, which requires an early lunch, is not popular, and there are very few classes held a week.

Sometimes, however, an important class is assigned to the 1 o’clock class as if it was deliberately placed.

「Helicopter Control Theory」

“Helicopter pilot training”

It was a ruthless class that used the whole afternoon for 2 hours from 1:00 to 4:00 on Mondays.

The aspiring pilots, including me and the two main characters, headed to the classroom building without being able to rest.

As 1 o’clock approached, familiar faces began to appear one by one.

Some of the dogs had very desperate expressions on their faces, but I was able to guess what was going on.

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Perhaps he was notified of a bad score in the ‘Spirit Affinity Test’.

It is said that the stability of the tank has been proven, there is no fear of it falling, and the know-how and manuals accumulated by the seniors are abundant, so even if the spirit-friendliness is not high, it is possible to manage it.

However, the helicopter belonging to the aircraft is the first generation that we try to operate, and it may crash if made a mistake, and the manual is not standardized.

Happy-type, which can be said to be the only existing aircraft, could be seen from the fact that only spirits with strong spirit-friendliness were allowed to board.

If you take a helicopter-related class, there is an extra point, but the spirit-friendliness is low?

Of course, your grades would hit the bottom, and it was said that the pilot was immediately eliminated.

Me and the two main characters have good grades and are friendly enough to go by calling them ‘spirits’, so going to the pilot class will not be a problem.

Chermiana Shane has even ridden a few real helicopters, so she’s more likely to score points.

“Thanks to Erif, the class will be easy.”

“That’s right. Should I tell you later if I don’t know anything? I’ll buy you a snack.”

Chermia and Shane giggled as they asked for a favor.

Secrets shared secretly were fun for nothing.

“Hello, everyone!”

When class started, young men and women entered the classroom.

The man in the military uniform was probably a teacher at the military academy, and the woman in a white robe was a person I saw often in the lab.

“Are you all aspiring pilots?”

“Yes!”

“From today, we will learn about the newly discovered relic and practice while riding an experimental machine based on it.”

“Wow!”

Whether it was for courtesy or because they were really looking forward to it, the children’s reaction was warm.

Come to think of it, it seems that there were over 100 aspiring pilots at the time of admission, but sooner or later, the number decreased to around 70.

Children who had too low test scores, desperate spirit-friendliness, or who did not fit their aptitudes gave up unanimously.

The problem was that he was still going to be eliminated by half.

The children here were friends, colleagues and competitors.

Of course, it had nothing to do with me.

“Then I will hand out these prints first. Do not leak outside of class hours. It also contains some confidential information.”

The children were nervous at the researcher’s words.

What kind of content do you want to contain?

There were a total of two prints.

The first chapter, which is not very different from the tank manual, and the second chapter that someone scribbles in ancient characters.

The moment I received the print, I almost ripped it off.

Anyone would do that if they had scrawled scribbles stuck in the notebook the researcher gave them to write down.

Why did the second page even bring up the scribbled scribbles on the first page, neatly organized by me?

At that time, I had just defeated Gravturm, so I guess I was left with an impression that I drew a picture of the pupil in the shape of a pyramid.

And the rough line from the helicopter drawn next to it occupied the corner where the graffiti that attacked the pyramid was printed proudly.

It was as if I was bragging about my achievements by myself.

“I see students who helped the research center in the first semester. As you all know, the newly discovered relic is called ‘helicopter’. So let me summarize the terms used in this first sentence.”

Children who diligently write down the researcher’s explanations.

I didn’t have to take notes because the print itself was a compilation of what I wrote.

I’m nervous because of some uncertainty, but the researcher points to the picture drawn in the corner of the second print and begins to explain rather than explain.

“Based on what is drawn here, it can be assumed that the helicopter can effectively deal with structures such as the Tower of Demons that it knocked down last spring.”

No. Chariot opponents are easier.

“And there are places where the interpretation of this part is unclear, but it is written that ‘Lunch was delicious’. It is assumed that the person who studied or wrote the manual wrote it down. The people of the past are not very different from now, are they?”

The children laughed.

I laughed too.

Clenched fists.

The researcher even looked at me and smiled.

Now that I see you, you are making fun of me.

Yes. It’s my fault that I scribbled on the notes I gave them to write in the manual.

The embarrassing class time passed by myself.

I’m more worried about the future.

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Please I didn’t do any other graffiti.

After the regrettable class was over, I went up to the roof where the practice took place.

Viewed from the ground, I thought it was only vaguely spacious, but when I went up to the roof, the school building was actually wider than most school grounds with a little exaggeration.

Of course, our military academy playground is excluded.

It’s not a playground, it’s actually a tank training course.

On the roof, a large object covered with a white cloth was surrounded by a crystal ball and a magic circle.

Children remained silent in the majestic atmosphere.

In the practice class that started after a while, Armion came in as the main instructor.

I was a little surprised, but it wasn’t that I didn’t understand.

I often showed up at the research lab, and I rode a few times in the helicopter I was driving.

“A helicopter is an aircraft, so it is dangerous to drive it by an untrained person. And even that training is now taking its first steps.”

Armion looked around the students and made eye contact with me.

He nodded his head slightly and then approached the object covered in white cloth.

When Armion and the two assistant teachers who had been conducting the theory class earlier took off the white cloth, there stood a helicopter with a nice metallic luster.

The children’s exclamations continued.

Unlike before, I shrugged my shoulders,

I want to show off a little.

The experimental plane looked quite different from my main body, but it was a product that realized only the really necessary parts by condensing the theory and design of the helicopter that popped out of my head.

There was no side wing part to attach an armament to, and no magic stone linked to the armament was attached to the window.

It was designed to learn only flying.

Of course, if you can handle this skillfully, you can use it for transportation.

It was pilot training for that.

This class we are taking now is a historic first step.

“Come on. Then there will be a demonstration by an experienced teaching assistant.”

Oh. An experienced instructor.

Who is it?

Were there separate test pilots?

I’ve never seen it in the lab, let’s take a look.

“Erif Cruel. Forward.”

… Yeah? Me?

I wondered if I heard it wrong, so I pointed my finger at myself with a puzzled face.

Armion grinned and nodded his head.

All of his friends were looking at me.

The navy had children, but most of them were nodding their heads as if they knew.

“Erif fighting!”

“Show me the power of the 1st grade mascot!”

“Show me a demonstration quickly. Look and see.”

Who is the last one?

It sounded like Clara’s voice.

When I turned around, Chermia and Shane took out their notebooks and were preparing to write something down.

No, don’t you think it’s a little strange if a friend you usually attend class with is a pilot teaching assistant?

Or the issue of equity or reluctance to learn.

I was the only one in trouble, everyone was pushing my back.

I can’t.

Teaching or whatever.

It’s similar to my body, but it’s in a completely different cockpit.

I pressed the buttons in order while interpreting the words written on the simplified instrument panel.

The crystal ball made of a large manastone glowed and the magic circle began to operate.

The magic that flowed from the magic circle created a space cut off from the outside world.

The blue sky appears on the front window, giving the impression that it is floating in the sky.

“Oh.”

With the exclamation that came out of nowhere, the first memorable helicopter pilot practice began.