The first ray of sunlight in the morning casts its way down from the window, shining on the gobha that wrapped itself into a caterpillar on the bed.

Gobuta was wrapped in a quilt and lay peacefully on the bed, his closed eyes and withered face made him look like the mummy who died last night.

The morning light shone into the room, and a creature that was slumped under the quilt and only showed its human-shaped outline had no intention of getting up.

"Dou—Dou—Dou—"

The gathering whistle penetrated through the window and pierced Gobuta's eardrum. Gobuta turned over from the bed, frowned tightly, and subconsciously clasped the pillow on his big head.

A few minutes later...

A figure with long silver-white hair appeared on the window outside Gobuta's room, staring coldly at the humanoid object on the bed.

stare--

Teresa raised her arm and pushed open the window, and a brick as big as a palm hit the pillow that was pressed against Gobuta's big head.

...

emmm...

There was nothing happening in the room quietly.

Theresa: "…"

Theresa activated etheric perception, and her body had almost recovered, as for her head...

Theresa had never seen the sleeping man with such an active soul ether.

This guy... has he developed the skills of pretending to be sick to escape military training in just one day?

Theresa's mouth twitched slightly: "It's a pity that this trick is a big deal for me who was once pulled from the bed by the instructor!"

Teresa cleverly climbed over and jumped into the room from the window, and her pretty face looked softly at the big head that was rolled into the shape of a caterpillar on the quilt, speechless for a long time.

He rubbed his eyebrows and sighed, and then silently reached his white and tender little hand behind him.

Since I can't even wake you up... I can only reason with you.

The light of ether quickly gathered in the hands that Teresa placed behind her back.

Gobuta, who was pretending to be asleep, sniffed, and a crisis coming from the depths of his soul quickly filled his brain.

Gobta bounced from the bed like a conditioned reflex, and the pillow he pushed against the forehead was bounced against the wall.

"boom!"

A huge inflatable mace hit the place where Gobuta just slept soundly

Wood chips fly everywhere.

"Gulu~" Gobuta, who was squinting his eyes and pretending to be asleep, trembled slightly, swallowed, and shivered.

"I'll give you another chance. Next time, my 'rule' will not be empty." There was a hint of chill in Teresa's gentle words.

Gobuta slowly opened one eye and looked at Teresa, who was frosty, and then closed her eyes again.

A real warrior dared to face the mace that Lord Teresa waved and dared to face the blood that shot out from his head.

Gobta held his little pillow in his arms, wrapped in his little quilt, and was gorgeously photographed on the wall by Teresa's inflatable mace.

Then slowly slid down the wall to the ground.

Then I put the pillow under my head again, turned over and wanted to go back and retreat to the corner of the wall to continue sleeping.

"Bang!"

"boom!"

An explosion came from Gobuta's room.

Theresa's inflatable mace in her hand was pinched.

The fragments of the inflatable mace flew out of the Gobuta window, and flew out with them... and the Gobuta who was thrown out by Teresa in only a pair of leopard-print shorts.

7:14

The next day's military training was underway as scheduled.

Because a little brother was nearly a quarter of an hour late, at Teresa's gentle suggestion.

Gobta decisively chose the former between fifteen laps of the morning and returned to more than 15,000 times in the afternoon.

The children who had finished breakfast were reviewing yesterday's military posture, and they looked as full of vitality as bamboo shoots drilled out of the mud after it rained in spring.

As for a big nose who was sweating profusely and forced by Teresa to complete fifteen laps within fifteen minutes...

Forget it, it's okay not to say it.

...

"It's almost done! It's almost done!" A confused point seemed to appear in front of Gobuta's eyes.

I don’t know if it was his illusion, but it seemed that I ran much more easily today than yesterday…

The focus of imagination is getting closer to him-

Sweat dripping mixed with tears stroked from his big cake's face behind him.

"The last step..."

Gobuta spread his arms, like a duck released from the duck circle with its wings stretched out.

He stepped on the ground with his left foot and then soared into the air...

"Oh, by the way, your gravity suppression seems to have not been added today." Teresa pointed at Gobta from afar.

A word "danger" flashing with a red light appeared again on Gobuta's forehead.

The heavy pressure appeared again on Gobuta's body.

“!!”

The Gobha in mid-air was pressed onto the runway.

Even though Gobuta tried hard to roll and unload the force and buffer, she seemed unable to do so because of the sudden increase in gravity. The aggravated left foot could not be lifted, causing it to trip up to the lifted right foot, and then...

"Baji~"

Gobta's big pie face was heavily printed on the runway.

"Puff..." Gobuta slowly raised his head from the ground and stared at Theresa resentfully.

"..." Theresa blinked her eyes, then decisively shook her head to the other side.

Gobuta: "@#￥%…&*"

Although the posture was indecent, Gobuta finally completed the warm-up within the time specified by Teresa.

Bathed with Teresa's satisfied smile, Gobuta got a full hour of rest as he wished - but this rest period was called "Standing Military Position" by Teresa.

8:30

Gobuta completed the training of standing in military posture. Just as he was drooping and trying to take a breath, a figure in a white robe stood in front of him.

"clatter!"

A wooden sword was inserted between the Gobuta's cross by a figure in the white robe in front of him.

"Who!" Gobuta raised his head angrily, "Didn't you see us in military training?"

"Oh?" The old man's voice still contained a majestic momentum came from the top of Gobuta's head.

A small group of white-haired ghost man with a long goatee looked down at him with his eyes narrowed down.

"Old man...oh no! Master... Master, why are you here?" Gobuta quickly reacted and swallowed the words that had already reached his mouth.

"The arrangement arranged by Lord Teresa, from 8:30 to 10:30 every morning will become your fighting training time." Old Bai said something that made Gobuta feel heartbroken with a relaxed and pleasant expression on his face.

"This..." Gobuta was incoherent, "While you practice with your master under the condition that both magic and ether are suppressed?!"

"Of course not." Old Bai's words made Gobuta feel relieved.

"In addition to me, there are also Shi Yuan, Diapolo, Zhucai, Ram, Rem, Red Maru and even Lord Limulu and Teresa. Well, in general, during this month, your targets of fighting every morning are random. As for me..." Old Bai twisted his beard, "It just happened to be a hit to you today."

"Practice with Lord Teresa and Lord Limulu... Master... are you serious?" Gobuta was in tears.
Chapter completed!