L'élève transféré du pays des colosses — 第三章 洛琪的特训

Chapter Three: Roki's Special Training

The special training camp stood in the shadow of the behemoth's shoulder blade. The instructor was built like a bear, but he spoke slowly. "World Directive One: stay alive. Two: keep the person beside you alive. Three: an umbrella can also be a sword."

Eiji was thrown onto the mat sixteen times. On the seventeenth he snapped the umbrella open, and the blade stopped Roki's spear. Sparks fell onto the skin of the shoulder blade, and the behemoth, itchy, gave the city a gentle shake.

In the distance, buildings rearranged themselves like building blocks. Roki drew her spear back and, for the first time, smiled. "Transfer student, your enrollment record will probably stay."

Eiji lay on the mat and looked at the sky. The sky was the beast's wrinkles. Suddenly he wanted very much to send a message to his old world: the train is late, and there is no last stop.