Chapter 57: The Other Teammate
[Check failed.]
[This next Servant does not have good compatibility with you; you are probably not very satisfied either.]
[The second teammate you drew is...]
Eikou carefully pulled the name card out of the blind box.
On it was a name from the Greek Class.
"It's..."
Eikou revealed an expression that was somewhat hard to describe.
"…Caenis."
Indeed, judging from every aspect, this choice was not very good.
But at this point, Eikou could also calmly accept it.
Just a girl with a bad temper and issues regarding gender perception, but no matter what, she was still better than those married women.
"Oh, so you'll be my teammate, right?"
Only to see a Greek female warrior with dark skin, a tall and sturdy build step over, speaking very bluntly.
"You forgot to bring a hair dryer yesterday—being careless is one thing, but today don't keep making mistakes. If you dare drag me down, don't expect me to let it go easily."
After saying that, Caenis gave his shoulder a heavy pat, treating it as a welcome gift upon becoming teammates.
"Yes, I look forward to your guidance..."
Eikou revealed an extremely hard-to-describe expression.
"Hey, what's with that half-crying, half-smiling face? Working with me, Caenis—do you have any dissatisfaction? Be careful, or I'll butcher you!"
As she finished speaking, the pair of white beast ears on Caenis's head stood straight up, as if she had entered a combative stance.
Precisely because of her appearance of always wanting to chop people down, being even more hot-tempered than a Berserker as she was now, I ended up feeling somewhat hard to describe.
Eikou thought to himself.
[Lancer Caenis has become your new teammate.]
[Over the next five days, you will complete special training together with Medea Lily and Caenis.]
[Neither of them is easy to deal with; this team makes you feel a bit worried...]
[...]
[After that came a period of harsh simulated training.]
[Chiron invited the special guest Avicebron, having the students, under conditions of restricted mana, face waves of attacks crashing down like a collapsing mountain from large numbers of Automata.]
[Chiron, usually gentle and courteous, at this moment turned into a hellish instructor no less than Scathach—only lacking driving a jeep straight into you.]
[The three of you on the team immediately had to withstand a massive number of Automata, heavy pressure crashing down upon you.]
[Caenis's mouth is very arrogant, but her actual combat power is also very strong; she is the one with the highest fighting capability among the three.]
[Of course, this is mainly because you do not have a Noble Phantasm, and Medea Lily is not considered strong in combat.]
[After balancing combat power, the three of you still managed to respond with great difficulty. Caenis was responsible for frontal assault, you used all kinds of support skills to coordinate in battle, and Medea Lily was responsible for covering the two of you.]
[...]
[After that were many hours of intense fighting, until everyone was exhausted and mana completely depleted before temporarily resting.]
[Lunchtime became a rare short break. You ate bronze apple paste steamed class biscuits, quickly recovered your strength, and then plunged back into even more brutal battles.]
[...having gone through an extremely memorable period of fighting.]
[A few hours later, time passed to five in the afternoon, and the first day of special training officially came to an end.]
[Chiron provided many combat instructions; all aspects of your abilities improved slightly.]
[The Bond between you and Medea Lily and Caenis increased a little.]
[You sensed that your Dreamlike Charisma had increased slightly, with the next rank faintly coming into view!]
[The students were so tired that they lay sprawled on the ground, completely unwilling to move even a little more...]
[After that, the first day of special training officially ended. You went to bathe with the Round Table Knights, ate special dishes made by Chiron from bronze apples, and only then truly felt your body come back to life.]
[...]
[Chiron mercifully did not assign homework, instead advising everyone to relax well tonight—just don't play to the point of exhaustion, because [tomorrow an even harsher trial awaits you].]
[...Having finally gotten a chance to rest, then go to the seaside to feel the sea breeze and enjoy it a bit.]
Six o'clock in the evening, the seaside.
In summer, the days are long and the nights are short; the sun has not yet completely sunk below the western horizon of the ocean, and underfoot is a layer of soft sand that is still scorching hot.
The sea breeze blowing in from the front gradually becomes cool, brushing past the skin and carrying a pleasant sensation, like being stroked by a spring breeze.
Wearing beach shorts, Eikou strolls leisurely along with two Round Table Knights, admiring the sunset, while Artoria Caster is busy trying to pry off oysters clinging to the reefs.
"If it weren't for special training being so exhausting it's practically half-dead, I'd say the atmosphere of life right now is actually pretty nice,"
Eikou says as he watches the sun slowly set.
"What do you all think—given our current strength, can we beat the Middle East Class?"
"That's hard to say."
Gawain asks, "Compared to that, how's the progress between you and Baobhan Sith, Sir Eikou?"
Eikou turns his face away. "How annoying—don't ask such sharp questions!"
"Ha ha, how is that sharp,"
Gawain says with a cheerful laugh. "Looks like you're still the same as always, constantly running into failures."
"It's about time you gave up on those rebellious girls and switched to looking for more mature, gentle married women."
Tristan interjects.
"I won't. You two can forget about shaking my resolve."
Eikou immediately shakes his head. "It's just that for the moment I don't know how to open my mouth with her. After coming to the Training Camp, she seems to really enjoy making high heels together with Galatea of the Greek Class, and I can't find a suitable opportunity at all."
"Then wouldn't it be fine for you to go make shoes together with Miss Galatea as well?"
"That's easy for you to say—do you think I haven't thought of that?"
Eikou raises one finger with a serious face. "But there's a blind spot here: Galatea is also a married woman!"
That's right, something like this seems to have happened before.
Approaching a married woman with the goal of conquering Baobhan Sith, only to end up conquering the married woman instead—the situation would be even worse in reverse!
In other words, it would once again fall into an almost unsolvable deadlock.
The Round Table Knights also fall silent one after another.
"…If—what I mean is, if,"
Gawain thinks for quite a while.
"Aren't we currently camping together with the Greek Class? Then would you like to try asking them for help?"
"You mean..."
Eikou glances at two figures that have suddenly appeared on the shore.
They are Jason and Heracles.
These two Greek heroes are also greatly enjoying the summer atmosphere by the sea—especially Jason, the Captain of Argo, hugging a surfboard and, unable to wait any longer, charging straight into the sea.
Even Heracles, who usually always looks fierce, is now wearing swim trunks with a Hawaiian lei around his neck, looking as if he has completely entered a relaxed vacation mode.
The relationship between these two is really good; it's truly not easy for Jason to get a Berserker who is almost impossible to communicate with to wear swimwear.
Ask the two of them for help? Would that work?
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