Dry, lean earth with little water and air.
Many trees grow, as they surround the town there.
No, there's a town in a wide forest, you should say.
The trees are about twenty meters tall and because of the deciduous trees, it is cold to show them in this early spring season. On closer inspection, the branches had sharp thorns, as if people refused to touch them.
A stone piled two-story building slightly larger than the surrounding area, near the centre of the town. A man was looking out the window.
(If the flower blooms, it will be a little.)
The magnificent man brought to mind the appearance of white chambered flowers blooming from spring to early summer.
Not only is it beautiful, but it also picks good honey, thank goodness flowers.
This is a king-ruled country, and this town is the king's capital, if you will say so.
Some official country names are long, but people used to call it "the country of Nicea Cassia".
It is the name of the trees that men now view and surround this town.
(Other than that, I don't have any eyeballs)
The man laughs at himself.
In fact, growing up in this cold, lean land with little water is about as good as Nicea Cassia.
And industry, too, predominates in nicea cassia nectar, the others are only wood, etc.
Yes, it was this magnificent skinny man who felt no majesty, the king of the Niceacasian kingdom.
"Minister!"
The king stands in the back of the room, speaking to a small, round, belly looking old man.
There is no kind of minister, he is the only minister in this country. The called old man walked a little and approached the king's side.
"Look, at last, from my country, there's also the winner of the A-level tournament."
That's what I say, right in front of the old man, scratch the magazine.
There was a big book called "Temple of the God of Commerce, Special Issue of the Divine Match".
"It's not an overall victory, it's a men's section, but it's not going to be a victory"
The old man who received the magazine rolls the page under a ha-shaped brow, patting his eyes.
"It's been a long time."
And he looks up to ask the king, and he continues his words.
"So should we start getting ready?"
The king nodded and looked at the minister in a meaningful way.
"Do that. I hope it's fitness this time."
And sigh.
Getting ready is not just it. It will be an unplanned expense.
(As much as it costs, make me some money.)
I didn't put that in my mouth, but I made enough sense to the minister.
Because the minister thought exactly the same thing.
"Appoint Class A Games Winner as National Knight Pilot"
This is the decree of the Niceacasian nation, which was ordained by the king a few generations ago.
At the time, the king focused and believed in the suitability of the knight's pilot and the relevance of those who excelled in the moves of men and women.
"Anyone who has mastered the moves of men and women can be a pilot".
(We don't have the power to find and raise pilots or the funds to pull them out of other countries)
The present King speculates that way about the context in which this decision was made.
Without the bondage of the people, such as those who will become pilots with little or no pay, they will not be there first.
And there is still no know-how in this country to discover the talents of rare pilots from a handful of people.
(In fact, the assumption of my ancestors is likely)
The king thinks so.
The basis is the previous winner.
I saw it on the knight to try it out, but instead of moving it, I couldn't even react.
(And this winner, this one hits that apprentice)
You can't expect anything from this, either.
(But the decision is made. You have to execute it as king)
Been dormant for decades, the only national knight of the Niceacasian nation, calls a technician for its initiation. Let's start by arranging that budget.
"I hope it works."
A minister gives words with thoughts.
Move, defeat the Warcraft in the country and get the drops. Or you can go to another country for mercenaries.
That way, you'll get more money than you hung up.
The king looked out the window at Niceacasia as he nodded at the words of the minister.
"Seiseiyaar!"
"Seikei no Ah!
"Seiseiyaar!"
"Seikei no Ah!
A cheerful hanging echoes rhythmically today in the crude dojo of a wooden mutilated wife roof.
This is a dojo where lightning strives for the Lord.
In addition to lightning, epic, middle-aged, youth, and more boys recently.
They were aligned and exposed their lower bodies to the cold wind, sticking their hips forward with the hanging voice.
Each weapon has a small American cracker hanging from it.
It was quite difficult to bump this into each other in a row and keep making noises with the kachikachi.
"Doctor, don't make it work"
One boy makes a weak noise.
Lightning gently teaches and coaches with a gentle expression.
"Hey Doctor! I want to see it."
Another boy says.
Not only the boy, but also the youth and the magnificent man gave a consensual look, so Lightning decided to pinch the break once while smiling bitterly.
"Well, you're gonna have to take a good look. One of these days you'll be able to do it."
Yes, the voice overlaps.
Lightning tightens his expression slightly and moves his hips into small pieces in a row.
"Wow, wow"
Lightning's full-size American crackers run into each other, not just below, but above, and keep making clear sounds in a row at a fast time.
From the subordinates who saw it, the applause boiled.
"Okay, I'll start moulding again when I get some rest."
An honest reply sticks.
It was a harsh, gentle and enjoyable landscape that was seen since Lightning became a dojo owner.
"That's a lot more."
Outside the dojo, a young woman and an old man stand side by side. The two stare inside through the window, and that looks happy.
The old man, the previous dojo owner, speaks to the woman, who is his granddaughter.
Since winning the Sacred Capital, there have been more gatekeepers, mainly the boys.
"Yeah, it still looks like it was introduced in a magazine"
My grandfather knows that my granddaughter, who answers that, has bought several books from the permanent preservation to the preaching.
I almost opened my mouth to make fun of him, and I saw the boys' mothers coming all together.
"Uh, I knew it, Dr. Lightning, cool wow"
Fat housewife gets bored.
"I hope my kid can be like a teacher."
A woman whose front teeth have lost weight to the galloping of a charm point, hands together on her chest, staring inadvertently into the dojo.
"Hey, ma'am, Dr. Lightning's got holes all over you every night, right? What do you think? How awesome is that? Lightning Sword."
The long-faced woman came with a long stretch under her nose and bumped into the question looking upbeat.
"Yah, ma'am, bold! I got an audition, too.
And all three cheer yellow with their voices together.
And the place was fornicated at once, and Lightning's wife and granddaughter answered, even though it was illuminating.
Looking at it like that, the old man's cheeks loosened without my knowledge.
Excuse me, may I have a word?
A small old man visits there and speaks to the front dojo owner. Under a white brow in the shape of a (c), he was blinking his little eyes with a pussy.
"This has been a long time, my lord"
The front dojo owner corrects his posture and tightens his expression.
After exchanging brief greetings with each other, the minister, called His Excellency, cut to the point.
"Are you a pilot fit?"
The front dojo owner's face is bitter.
When I was younger, I won an A-level tournament and rode the knight as recommended by the king, but I couldn't move it.
"Above all if I have the aptitude, but I can't blame you for not having to. It's up to the country to confirm."
Forward Dojo owners bow their heads politely.
"Okay. Let me tell you something."
Please, the minister said, telling him the date and time and leaving the place.
(Lightning, you're not like me. Move the knight if you can and be proud of everyone)
Forward Dojo owners have no jealousy for Lightning.
Lightning and my granddaughter, plus this dojo. That was the most important and proud asset to him today.
A few days later, Lightning, dressed in his finest courtesy, was in the King's Hall.
When it comes to the King's Hall, it is a stone two-story building in the center of the town.
"I think I'm listening. Otherwise, I will be ridden by the National Knight and shown my fitness as a pilot"
"But I have absolutely no experience maneuvering knights."
Lightning, allowed to speak directly by the King, says in awe.
And the king replied with a gentle expression.
"I don't mind. This is settled. It was set by the previous king."
I don't talk about the connection between male and female moves and pilot aptitude.
The king himself leans more toward suspicion than half-truths, but this is also a national secret of the Niceacasian state. The only ones who know, are kings and ministers.
"Okay, I'm ready behind you. Quick, but please."
And led by the king, we head to the backyard.
Through the narrow hallway and pushing open the doors like a stroke, there was a cold garden spread out there.
In the center of the garden lay a national knight dressed like a drum with his hands and feet on it.
(... this is the knight)
On a barrel-shaped body, a head like a barrel upside down.
The head has only two round eyes, simple construction.
The hands and feet are thin, and the crocodile strands are terrible.
In terms of human form, it was a well-deformed form.
It's amazing.
But Lightning's mind doesn't feel as flawed as it feels.
The only thing that springs up is just awe.
Fifteen meters tall was overwhelmed by the presence of a certain human form.
(I didn't know such a day would come)
I had no idea I was going to ride a knight, even though I tried.
Climb the wooden ladder as the elderly technician prompts, open the wooden lid on the chest, and fit into the clothed chair that is stuck inside.
"They are aware of magic and pour it into the knight. Just give it a try for a while."
The king tells.
I don't know anything about the pilot even to him, so it's only to this extent that I can speak.
(All right, let's do it)
I can see what you're expecting.
Lightning aroused, in a quiet state of excitement, closing his eyes and attempting to be aware of the magic flow and doings.
And time flows slowly.
(No way)
The king looks up into the sky and speaks to himself.
Evening signs were intensifying.
(Maintenance cost, you wasted it)
Only one elderly technician was called, but as a Niceacasian country it is a pretty big expense.
(Shouldn't we sell off the knights no longer)
The king shakes his head hard and drives the idea away.
If you think only about money, that's right.
But where would you recognize a country that does not own a knight as a country? The moment you let go, you won't be treated like a country from anywhere.
Holding a knight in this world means something special.
Even if the pilot is absent and he is a knight who cannot move.
(Ku......)
Meanwhile, in the knight's cockpit, Lightning was sweating on his forehead.
I really can't move. Before that, I couldn't even feel any response.
(even though it is expected)
My impudence, my pity, makes me cry.
Sipping his nose, he repeated his deep breath greatly as he pushed the moisture into the back of his throat that was about to overflow.
(If it will save this predicament, I will give all the sincerity I can)
Then he held his hands together, drooling his head, wishing wholeheartedly for no one.
(So anyone, teach me and guide me. Please!)
At that time, behind Lightning's brain, a video suddenly floats.
(... this is)
That's the look of a man in a gold mask. It's a mask with a helpful expression to see, under a nose that stretches long into the eyes that have fallen.
And the body of Lightning revives the sensation of therapeutic magic applied to the masked man in his dreams.
(His Majesty was told to be aware of the magic currents. Then this feeling.)
Lightning sharpens your mind.
Magic memories received from a golden masked man, images of double spirals gushing from the depths of themselves, the feeling of capturing a woman's steeple when she activates a lightning sword.
Various elements rotate like the milk poured into the coffee, eventually mixing together and forming one shape in the lightning.
(This is it!
Lightning is enlightening for no reason.
And from body to knight, I got the feeling that something was pouring out.
"Whoa!"
The king speaks up unexpectedly.
Suddenly, the sound of a rusty door opening began to sound from the Knight of the Nation.
Seeing, the National Knight is vibrating fine.
(Moved!
There is only one reason. Lightning succeeded.
The knight vibrates more intensely, slowly from the leaning back position, waking his upper body up and going.
(Does this mean your senses are in tune?)
In the cockpit, Lightning is closing his eyes.
If you open it now, your senses could be pulled towards you.
I don't focus well, but now I concentrated my consciousness on my knight's vision.
(This is not good)
An elderly technician called for cheap by another country as he watched a knight rising farther afield distorted his face.
On the surface of the golem, a plate of iron stopped by bolts. The armor where the other knights say it was starting to ring.
(missed the loosening of the bolt)
A tight sweet nut is vibrating in the opposite direction. It was visible that some sheets would fall off sooner or later.
"Stay away from the knight!
Old technicians give out loud warnings.
The king, who was unconsciously walking over to the knight, realized the voice and hurried to distance himself.
Ministers and officials in the hall who were watching also step back.
In the meantime, the National Knight of the Nicea Cassian Country finally stood on the earth with its thin two legs.
He holds his luxurious arms up while posing as a big chest stretcher.
(... I'm standing)
Lightning closed his eyes hard in the cockpit, sweating massively, yet filled with achievement.
At the next moment, two sheets of iron off the body surface, making a flashy metal noise, fall to the ground.
Unable to stand on hard ground, each iron plate jumps and falls in the direction of thoughts.
"Whoa!
The king, one of whom has fallen so close, even flies back.
It is an iron plate that has fallen from a height of more than ten meters. If you hit it, it affects your life.
"Come on!"
The king narrowed his eyes and raised his right arm to protect his face from the sand and dust caused by the fallen iron plate.
On this day a pilot was born in the Nicea Cassian country.
After decades of dormancy, the C-Class Knight, together with Barrel Dolls (Barrel Dolls), the highest power of the Nicea Cassian nation, will begin to act as a symbol of the country.
The news spread instantly to the surrounding zero nations, with one country threatening and another experiencing intense envy.
And later, a formal appointment ceremony.
Besides his loyalty to the country sworn on the spot, Lightning, in his heart, had taken another vow.
(The golden mask. I swear to follow my own words and offer my sincerity to you)
It is no longer a question of whether the golden masked figure is God or Satan, or beyond the wisdom that lurks in a man's world.
That's when Lightning wanted to lead himself, and the golden masked man answered it.
Then the next thing you know, you just keep your word.
Lightning's eyes and heart looked to the king and knight and the golden masked figure in it.