episode_0097

Academy students enrolled in combat departments generally have better prospects than students in non-combat departments.

It may not be meaningful to compare it with the non-combat department, which posts the transfer exam schedule for the Mechanized Labor History Specialized Education Academy in the hallway, but there were a variety of career paths to choose from.

If you choose a build that is more advantageous against monsters, you can enter the dungeon. If you choose a build that is more advantageous against people than monsters, you can become a hero who defeats villains.

Even in the combat department, there is an important event where if you make a mistake, it will ruin your entire four years of graduation.

Forming a practice group.

This is the academy’s system where you are placed in a group with like-minded classmates among the classmates you have known for a semester after entering the school as a freshman.

Unless there are any special problems, you must choose your party members carefully as they will remain until graduation, but in most cases, at least two people will be added the next day. The formation of a practice group consisting of up to five people is completed.

The second most important reason is that if you don’t choose quickly, good party members will end up in other parties.

We took the same classes in the same classroom, but that was only the case on days when a high-level hero was invited by the academy and came to give practical instruction.

As it is a combat department where attendance and assignments are all replaced by field training, except for the minimal written test that asks which potion to drink to restore vitality, how to form groups was important.

“Yuna…senior?”

“……”

The second reason for being pushed out was simple: to bring in good party members.

This was because I didn’t want to take all the good party members, followed by the average party members, and then take the rest.

Grades are good, but most classes remain that are not helpful for dungeon practice.

There are two things to consider. It’s a question of whether it actually helps in conquering dungeons and people’s perception of it.

A magic girl who can use wide-area magic, but if she uses it in a narrow dungeon space, everyone will get involved, so all she can do is swing a magic wand, so she falls into the first category.

I would have rather taken an alchemist who was capable of minimal self-defense and could collect herbs, but not a magical girl in the party.

People’s perception was also important.

Although we formed a practice group, it was natural as there were assignments that required you to join a party created by another adventurer or complete it while being accepted as a party member.

They used wide-area magic on residential areas to retrieve cards with monsters sealed in them, such as flying stuffed toys.

The second case was the magical girl who ran away hiding in the anonymity of transformation instead of cleaning up after herself.

Yuna, who had underachieving grades and was a magical girl, was the worst party member avoided by her classmates.

Even if a student enters as a new student and has not been able to join a practice group even after one semester, there are cases where the academy forms a group.

It was like transferring to the combat department as a second year student, or being hit by a drunk driver on the first day of school and being hospitalized for a semester.

“Senior’s identity is actually a security drone? Not cosplay?”

“That’s right. The person I am talking to is my junior. Mora. It was recognized as. SD01. Yuna is a security drone unit of the Megacorp Hero Association.”

“Sa…not a person?? For security…robot? Unit?”

I don’t know the name of the academy student who is confused after discovering a senior sitting in a strange outfit wearing a strange device. Yuna, who became a transformed heroine, is a junior and a member of the same trainee group.

Mora, who entered the combat department, was hit by a car. They said it was drunk driving.

Although the performance was low, the sturdy Humanoid was hit so hard that it was shattered, but since he was a student at the Combat Department, he was put into a recovery port for a week and it was all better. There were no aftereffects.

The only thing Mora didn’t expect was that when he woke up in a blue-green nutrient solution, the training group formation period was over.

At the academy, the time was set a little loosely to discuss whether they were of the same mind and had similar goals, but the list Mora received after being discharged from the hospital was filled with only ‘magical girls’, so it was as if it was over.

There were many variations, from magical girls who needed the help of floating plush toys to use magic to magical girls who could transform themselves, but in the end, they were magical girls.

There was also a fighting magic girl who learned to punch instead of swinging a magic wand in order to somehow get into the training group, but it didn’t come up in Mora’s academy life app where she had blocked ‘magical girls’.

Then one day. As Mora refreshed the waiting list page on her smartphone every day, a new listing appeared in her eyes.

He was not a classmate, but a second year senior.

The name is Yuna. It’s a little strange to call a senior a sellout, but thanks to blocking magical girls in advance, I was able to meet non-magical party members faster than anyone else.

Senior Yuna was a transformation heroine who wasn’t around much at the academy.

Although she is not the only transformation heroine, Yuna is the only transformation heroine who ‘fights’ and is a ‘combat department’ because she was confined to the non-combat department research building as a minimum self-defense to help the doctor’s research.

I met her thinking it would be okay as long as she wasn’t a magical girl, but we hit it off.

After being interviewed by his guardian due to poor grades, he probably worked hard and got perfect scores in the theory class, so it was clear that he needed time to adjust after transferring to the Combat Department.

During that adjustment period, the second year seniors did not take senior Yuna, so she just took her.

Sigh! Lately, I kicked out all the classmates and seniors who had come up for sale as a transformation heroine of the Combat Department, as well as the magical girls who came in to ask for it.

It’s empty to just say the shape-shifting heroine Yuna and Mora… so it’s Mora, a special physical education student. There was such a story until a practice group was created with two second-year seniors and two first-year juniors.

“No no…so…if I summarize what I just said, I thought she was kidnapped and attacked her, but she was taken to the police station because it was legitimate employment?”

“That’s right. Mora. Yuna, a student at the Combat Department, was subdued at the scene and thrown into a holding cell.”

“You are speaking as if the senior you are talking to is not senior Yuna?”

“Not really.”

“Uh…then what is it? You.”

“I am Yuna, the security drone of the Megacorp Hero Association. Mora. He is different from the senior Yuna that I know. ‘Your’ senior decided to think so.”

From the moment Mora first met senior Yuna, she thought she was a bit of a strange person.

Of course, the adjective that he is a kind and good senior was always followed in front of him.

He was the one who asked everyone to wait in the classroom after everyone else had left because he didn’t want to be taken over by another competitor, but it was because he looked strange sitting on the desk.

A posture with both hands raised behind the head. I thought he was lightly stretching his back, but even though he was facing this way, it didn’t seem like he was looking in this direction.

It’s rude to compare a senior to an object for sale… but this time, I really thought he was like a robot.

Since I was watching a video of a pure white fox doll wearing a maid uniform made of latex and seducing her master, it was natural for my hand to go up.

Occasionally, he was seen standing still, doing nothing, as if his mind had gone somewhere, leaving behind empty pink eyes.

Every time I called my senior’s name, I was startled and came back to my senses, so I just thought he was a senior who was strangely thoughtful.

The atmosphere was also a little strange. It may also be a rude thought, but Mora thought that Senior Yuna’s attitude was too light-hearted.

Of course, he treats me kindly, saying that he is his first junior!

Unlike magical girls, she transformed into a battle suit in the dungeon she entered for training and fought like a transformed heroine!

Still, the atmosphere was very light.

I was like a fourth-year senior who didn’t care if I failed the graduation exam because I got a scouting offer for the job I wanted to get into.

Also… if I had to think about it, the shiny white battle suit changed into a black, sticky latex bodysuit.

“It is as you said. Mora. I am Yuna, a security drone created by the Megacorp Hero Association. The identification name is SD01.”

Today, I was just about to meet up with senior Yuna and enter the dungeon, but instead of the transformation heroine with pink pigtails just standing still in her house, there was someone wearing a visor sitting on a strange device.

It looked like a massage chair, but it was all silver and it was a complicated mechanical device that looked like it would break if touched incorrectly.

Even assuming that purple pulses were leaking from inside the visor he was wearing, the empty eyes visible behind the translucent acrylic plate clearly showed that he was a senior.

The outfit… it was a very different design from my senior’s battle suit.

Unlike her senior, who had a lot of stuff stuck to her, it was so tight that it could be called a bodysuit, so Yuna’s large breasts, which were visible no matter what she wore, stood out even more.

The high-tech gauntlets and greaves that were part of the battle suit were nowhere to be found. He was sitting at the device wearing shiny black high heels and shoulder-length gloves.

All Yuna senior, with a cable attached to the back of her neck and belly button, mutters is-

‘SD01. ‘Requesting server connection.’

‘SD01. Request to view historical data.’

‘SD01. Download the processing log of the corpuscle name Eryua.’

– was everything.

Senior Yuna, who didn’t react when asked what the hell Eryua was doing, the only thing he responded to was the vulgar words he always used in front of his words.

SD01. Security drone Yuna is half curious. I responded to Mora’s self-talk, half thinking that I had to wake up my senior who was sitting in a strange device.

The translucent visor, which showed blurred pink eyes, was colored on the inside, turning into an opaque helmet that made it impossible to see what was inside.

Mora, who entered her senior’s house, was embarrassed but not surprised.

This was because I already knew who could change the form of the equipment.

Unfortunately, it was okay until he introduced himself as not the senior you were looking for, but a security drone created by the Megacorp Hero Association.

“This drone is programmed to happily answer any question. Mora.”

“Uh…any questions?”

This happened a day before Yuna downloaded and experienced the program used to create the second security unit.

“We have confirmed Mora’s abnormal level of interest.”

This happened an hour before Mora, a special education student in physical education, was issued the temporary name ‘SD03’.