And so the days passed.

It was a sunny day, soldiers resting to leave at dusk, the peace was interrupted with a great noise, like a sack of dung falling to the ground. Roy had just been knocked down by Yuki.

- Come on kid, you trust the copy of the motion. 

- It's the only thing I have to fight with. - he said, scratching his shaven head.

- At least try to assimilate, make the opponent's technique your own. If you don't do this, you will depend a lot on the opponent. If he uses magic, you're gone, brat. - After correcting her student, she sat down on a fallen log that was lying there.

- That makes sense. - He speaks with his hand on his chin, thinking for a moment. - Can demons use magic? I have never seen them use magic.

- Of course they do, especially second class ones. - Yuki lies down.

- Second class?

- We divide the demons into three classes. First class, those with purple skin, are the ones that didn't receive magic from Deimos, their combat is totally manual...

- So I can fight them.

Yuki burned Roy's foot.

- Not so, they may be the weakest, but they are very tough, with much more strength than us, they would kill without even breaking a sweat. - The captain yawned a little, making a two with his fingers. - Second class, those who have received a small amount of dark magic, having red skin, can do attack and healing spells, along with first class, it's a very tedious combination to deal with...

Turning her gaze to Roy, her eyes were fixed on her mistress, with those piercing black eyes, and she was a little embarrassed, not even the soldiers were paying that much attention to her explanations. 

She coughed a little to disguise it.

- And finally we have the special class, they are demons with mixed red and blue skin, these have received a significant amount of dark magic from the dark lord, they can do high level magic, or be a monster with monstrous magic and physique. Pray that you never meet one of these. 

Roy startled the captain with his jump.

- I want to fight with one of these. Then I'll prove that I...

- Shut up, brat. - Yuki punched him lightly on the head. - You're not ready to go to the battlefield. 

- When will I be ready? - he asked anxiously.

- When I see that you're ready, stinky. Now I want you to run until I tell you to stop. 

The boy was a little upset, but he went running. 

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At night, he slept through his writing and reading class. His teacher had round glasses, short brown hair, and wore a white military uniform. 

When he saw his student sleeping, he hit him on the head with a book.

- I woke up... - He said, startled, but a little sleepy.

- Pay attention. 

Roy tried to stay awake, to learn as quickly as possible. "No matter how long it takes, I will become strong." He thought as he drew in his notebook. 

Again the book hit his forehead.

- Pay attention, this is going to be important, there's no use being too strong but as dumb as a door. - The sergeant said calmly.

- I'm sorry," he said.

( So a year has passed)