Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

That day, I was off.

The end of the damage associated with the fall of the canopy and the negotiations with the countries underground finally got a paragraph, and for the first time in a long time I was relaxing in my own room.

Concon, and the sound of knocking on the door.

"Brother?

Open the door, Arcana comes in.

"My father and mother say we're going out"

"Hmm. I didn't hear that."

With that in mind, I followed my room with Arcana and went down to the ground floor.

There, a mother with a big basket and a father with a big cage on his back were waiting. The cage contains a large number of swords. Brand new.

"Whoa, you're here, Anos. Okay, let's go!

He doesn't even try to explain the circumstances, and his father suddenly tries to leave.

"Dad. Where are you going?

"That's you, look at that. This weather."

My father points out the window.

It was clear with no clouds.

"It's a great picnic day. Anos is on holiday because of it. The store is closed, a family, let's all play with nature."

"I wish I could play with nature."

Turn your gaze to the massive sword your father is carrying.

From what I can see, everything must have been made by my father.

"Why the sword?

My dad laughed and just said he was waiting.

"Why would my father go on a picnic with his sword on his back? Do you care, Anos"

"Oh."

"That's right."

When his father showed a curly side, he made an expression that pushed the tannins forward, like a mature blacksmith.

"I thought it was time for you to show me your father's back."

The insignificant father turns his back this way.

There won't be a big reason.

"I'm sorry, Anos. All of a sudden, say something about a picnic. I was just at work, so I was wondering if you'd like to take a break?

My mother asks anxiously.

If you look like that, you can't say no.

"Sometimes a picnic is a good thing."

"Great! So, we're all having a picnic today. Mother, I made a delicious lunch, so look forward to it."

Door tightened, we left home behind.

"Where are we going?

After a short walk, Arcana asks.

The one I was good at answering was my father.

"Find a spot for a picnic the other day. You know, over there. Just left Midhayes for a little southwest, you'll find a hill. You've got a great view, you've got a great view of the city."

Where my men slept two thousand years ago?

But now that the tomb marks are gone, it's just a hill.

"So you can metastasize with?

"Chitty."

And his father put his finger up and shook it left and right.

"Look, Anos. When it comes to picnics, it's like walking around in the sun and playing like this."

Dad started jumping on both legs for nothing.

Looks like he's playing.

"Besides, I'm meeting you. Oh, I was there."

Mother waved to the gate of Midhaze.

It is the two girls who have been waiting.

"Misha, Sasha"

Sasha bows gracefully to her mother's voice and Misha waves her hands back small.

We were both in private clothes.

"When Anos is asleep, Mother, go shopping. That's when I met Misha and Sasha, so I asked her to come with me if she wanted. Hey."

Misha nods in stiffness.

"It's Picnic Day"

"I don't mind that, by the way, that, what?

Sasha turned her attention to a suspicious man who grabbed a sword that kept jumping a little on both legs. That is, it's my father.

"You forgot, Sasha"

"... what?

"That's how picnics work in this era," he said.

"I don't know. Yikes!

Sasha speaks out loud.

"Mostly, it's this weather, so if there was such a manoeuvre, there'd be some dubious guys pimping around there - crap!

I unintentionally imagined.

"Kuha. He's a funny guy."

"You said it, you guys!

Sasha gets mucky and roughs up her voice.

"It's just a joke. I can imagine my father's own development."

Misha shakes her neck.

"Original method?

"I don't want you to sound better..."

Sasha didn't pursue it any further, even though she looked at her father like she was frightened.

Leaving Midhaven, we climbed the desired hill on foot.

The wind is blowing comfortably and the sun is good. Surely today would be a great picnic day.

On a day like this, you can just sit back and relax here and feel warm.

"Hmm, that feels good..."

Sasha stretches all the way.

Arcana walked around for a while and then sat back and started looking up at the flowers that were growing there.

"Unusual?"

Misha makes a glimpse of her face from behind Arcana.

"Flowers not in the basement. Originally the ground is hard for plants to grow and there are few types of flowers"

Misha watched for a while as Arcana stared at the blurry flowers.

"Hanakanmuri, make it?

Eventually, Misha suggested so.

"... what can I do?

Misha took Arcana's hand.

"Come."

She took Arcana to a place where the flowers were growing in abundance and began making flower kanmuri with her.

Using creative magic would be an instant, but it's purposefully manual.

Arcana doesn't have much of a clue, but Misha is teaching well, and gradually Hanakanmura is getting closer to completion.

What a smile and peace the delightful look of Arcana made me feel.

"Something... Arcana's kind to Misha."

I saw you two, Sasha spills that feeling.

"Because you bite a lot, you'll just get the right response back"

"I don't think I'm gonna bite anything else..."

The end of the phrase disappears weakly.

I guess I had an idea.

"... is this okay?

"Mm. Good."

Beautiful hills with warm winds.

Two girls making flowers there Kanmuri.

It was a peaceful, comfortable and beautiful sight.

But if that doesn't last long, maybe I already knew.

"Huh!!

A wild voice echoes over the hill.

"Holy shit!!

The sound of the sword cutting the wind sounds.

Whoever it was, Dad finally started demonstrating.

"Uh-oh!

A father who raised his roar and waved his sword thoughtfully.

It was the wind I said I couldn't help but want you to talk to me.

Well, if you don't touch it, no matter how many fathers, you'll stop tired in it.

"This is it, Anos."

I didn't know you were going to tell me anything.

"I'm making sure. Clear your soul of the sword you made, one bottle! This is how my father has always been sure of his sword!

I have no choice.

Sometimes, it would be filial piety to hang out with you.

"When you wave the sword, you have to wave. So how is it different?

"That's you..."

Father contemplates, says, "That's it, that's it," and says, "Ma, that's it," as troubled, leaking a philosophical grunt, "What does it mean to wave a sword, or what?"

"That's what my dad's looking for right now."

Were you still on your way?

"There's one thing I can say for sure"

"What?

"You should do this. I feel like I'm done with my job."

Dad thumbs up and sticks his fist out.

It was a world of self-satisfaction.

"Anos, when my father was born, I really wanted to do something."

With his sword stabbed into the hill, his weight on the pattern, and a conceited pose, my father turns his back on me.

"What?

"It's a sword my father made, and we'll try and swing it together. The two of you sharpen the soul of the sword. That's what my dad says."

Dad says in good shape as if he had immersed himself in his world.

"You're on your own, son."

Change the pose around, Dad said.

"Father..."

Apparently, he plays the role of son.

"I have nothing more to teach you. From now on, go your way."

He changes his pose visibly, and his father plays one or two roles.

"Oh, really, it was a good life"

Battout's father fell.

"Oh, Father, Father."

Why did he die?

"I'm talking about when my son tells me he's going to take over the blacksmith."

The play is over, haha, and Dad laughs.

"You've become such a fine demon king that you don't think you're his son."

I call it smudging, my father pulling out his sword.

"I had nothing to teach you from the beginning, and I'm much more proud of you than I would have dreamed if your father had been such a son."

After being scattered, his father said so with a serious face.

That's all I really wanted to tell you.

"Dad."

I point my fingertips and fly my magic.

One sword that was in the cage flew to me.

Dad questioned his head and looked over at me.

"Shall we? The blacksmith business is unnecessary to the Demon King, but if it's a soul-sharpening business, it might help something."

His father rounded his eyes for a moment, then happily broke his face.

I even weep a little.

"You, that's it. It's for sale. Just shake it, really shake it."

"I know."

I pull my sword out of my sheath.

"... but what..."

Dad packs his time with me, and he goes across the street.

"When I had to, you know, Dad, I mean, it lights up... but after all, when I had a son, I wanted to..."

His father lays down his sword as he flinches.

"Now is the time to unleash this alias!

"Too Norinoli. Say!?

Sasha, who was watching us interact, stumbled into it.

Arcana and Misha, with Hanamari on their heads, looked back at what was going on.

"I have no grudges against you, but I will have you die for peace."

"Changing settings. Oh, shit!

Sure, it was supposed to be my father teaching my son how to sharpen his soul...

"Do you care who I am? My name is the king of the sword that will destroy you."

My father openly appeals to me to ask who it is.

Besides, I'm half-answered.

Speaking of the King of Swords to exterminate, two names when my father was developing Chef II disease.

It would be the King of Kill Swords Garderahipt.

Well, but this is also filial.

It would be my job as a child to hang out with you.

"Oh. Who are you?

"Huh."

Dad laughs.

I guess I'll unleash that name all the time here.

"It's not enough to name it. Come on!

I can't read it.

"Come on, let it go, arrow or magic"

My father waves up his sword.

I said.

"" Jail Flame Cannon (Geo Glades) "

Turn your hands on your father.

Whether or not I just flashed particles of magic, the magic is not activated.

"Zuba."

My father, along with his voice like that, pretended to have slashed the Jailfire Cannon (Geo Glades).

"Strong..."

And Misha says.

Sasha sends a frightened gaze.

"Egil Grone Angdoroa."

"Saku."

His father killed the world without difficulty.

"... I can't do that. How strong are you..."

No matter how much pretense, I couldn't have seen it, Sasha was ramming into it.

"< Nirvana Seven Step Conquest (Gilliam Naviem) >"

"Uri ah, Kill Sword King (Mesa Tsunoo) Garderahypt, here it is!!

In the end, you're gonna call me...

Dad is sorry to keep his sword shaken with me walking seven steps.

"... but haha..."

A father who pretends to be hit and kneels down disappointed.

"One, you're stronger, Anos. I have nothing more to teach you..."

At the front, Dad fell to the hill.

The scene and the surroundings are quiet.

"Hey......"

Sasha asked me in such a way as to be afraid.

"Is that it? You said what you wanted to do when your son was born, it was just a cook's second illness, and it wouldn't end...?

The words were empty, and a raw, warm breeze seized them.