Maou No Utsuwa

Imperial Schutzlairen Royal College in the capital of the Schutzarten Empire is a consistent school from primary to secondary level. Based on the philosophy of the first Emperor SchutzAlten, founder of the College, to "create a place to train talented people regardless of their status," excellent talent comes together from all over the Empire as the person responsible for the military and politics of the future Empire.

It's just from the middle. As far as the Royal National College Primary Department is concerned, it is a reality that the descendants of the Imperial nobility who go there, because they are pre-built, are learning by the descendants of a poor nobleman who cannot employ a good tutor at home.

It does not mean that teachers in special, elementary departments are of poor quality. Compared to middle school teachers in the same college, we have teachers that fall just fine but are quite good at it.

There's a reason why you don't actively try to get your younger brother through while you are. If you are an aristocrat with a mansion in the Wang capital, you can pass from home, but otherwise it becomes dormitory life. Six years of age in elementary school is too early for parents to leave their children.

The Honfried family, Kamui's home, has a mansion in the King's City. I'm not living in a dorm, I'm going from home.

Elementary gymnasium after school. In that place, where no one was present, Kamui was waving his sword, the sword he had made for a bare stroke. Shiatsu falling sweat. I keep waving my sword after class.

"... Chicken"

But his heart was imprisoned for something else. Mothers have been sick these days. I hate to see my painful mother, and this is how I stay in college and keep waving my sword, but that doesn't make sense. My heart's anxiety will never go away.

That's right. Because only a mother's smile can clear Kamui's mind.

"... there's no point in pretending like that."

"What?"

The girl's voice echoed in the gym where no one was supposed to have been. When Kamui turned his gaze in the direction in which his voice was heard, there stood a shortcut girl who was considerably taller than Kamui.

"That's how I teach you it won't be a workout."

"... an extra favor"

Kamui also knows that. The purpose of today's gesture is not to become stronger, but to get rid of the mother's illness from her head. Though it has failed.

"Isn't that a terrible way to put it? I'm pointing out a bad point for you, aren't I?

"So I'm saying that's unnecessary. Even I know. I know what I'm doing."

"... what's the point of doing workouts that don't make you strong? Workouts are meant to make you stronger."

Kamui's feelings about leaving me alone don't make sense to a girl. I've been complaining about Kamui with my big blue eyes even more open.

"I don't have to tell you, I'm strong."

"How about that?

"I'm not lying. Sword arms are the best in the school year."

Kamui's strength is the best in the same year. I'm going to double my efforts to do just that. That's why the girl's words touch the eclampsia.

"Do you know the word frog in the well?

"... what if I knew?

I know a girl says she is. More frustration spreads to Kamui's mind.

"I'll teach you."

The girl pulled out the sword she had on her hips, a forged sword, not real, but. I'm going to fight Kamui.

"... don't get on with it because you're older. It's not me losing to girls."

"Don't insult me because I'm a woman. I'm stronger than you."

"... superior. I'll deal with them, so just wait. I'll get the wooden sword."

I don't care if it's a sword.

"This is for bareback. I don't mind if I do."

Kamui drops the sword he had in his hand down. A heavy sound called Zun echoed into the gym. It is a sword for bareback made many times heavier than a normal sword.

"... yes. It doesn't seem like it's just a strength."

At least it wasn't a normal bareback. The girl slightly changed her insult to Kamui.

Camui returned with a regular wooden sword. A girl stands in the front of it.

"Are you ready?

"I'm always ready."

"The enemy won't wait for me. So... let's get started."

"Yes."

A girl who wields her sword and sets it on the upper level. Kamui is better between the middle and lower levels. In a halfway position, every sword is shaking.

A girl slightly confused by it, but her sword is not passive. I shook off my strays and came forward.

"Become!?

Kamui is amazed at how fast that stepped in. When he managed to wield his sword down, he flew further aside to make an appointment.

"......"

The girl is surprised that she was attacked by a girl.

It wasn't just your mouth.

"Each other."

"… then continue"

"Yes."

Two people facing each other again. It was Kamui who set me up next. Unlike the girl, I've been making mistakes in slow motion, but it looked like it.

"What?"

When the girl noticed, Kamui's sword was attacking her directly from the side. Girl who takes it with her sword aggressively. But Kamui's sword never stops. Using the recoil with which the sword and sword meet, he swung up the sword from the diagonal bottom when it flipped in motion as if he had.

"Knock."

Girl who triumphs over it. Even more Kamui tries to wave his sword down there.

"Toto."

A girl's sword passes in front of Kamui first. Kamui bouncing back and making room. The girl also stops moving and has her setup in place.

"... you stopped well, didn't you?

"Your eyes are better."

"Even if you see it, it doesn't mean you can stop it"

I should have been up front trying to wave my sword down. The girl is impressed with Kamui for stopping her from moving out of that state.

"That's you... I admit it was a frog in the well"

It should have been faster for me to make a swing down motion. Yet I was crossed by the girl's sword. That was shocking to Kamui.

"That's my dialogue."

I didn't think there was someone in my generation who could compete with me on an equal footing. The girl reflects that she was the frog in the well.

"... would you like me to hang out with you a little more if I could?

"Of course. I just want it."

The two of them resume their standings. Kamui strikes back at the girl's attack. Kamui keeps attacking with slightly unusual movements. Girl desperately prevents it.

Crossing swords. Kamui pushes it down with force. From a situation where she is about to be pushed off, the girl twists her body and lets go of her strength. Two people with back to back.

"... that?

"What?"

"Oh, bad. I feel a little weird."

"... weird and what?

The girl's cheeks blush. I was ashamed of Kamui's current posture.

"Because it doesn't mean nasty. Something... reassuring? Who can turn their back... sorry. I didn't know I could say that."

"Yes..."

The person whose back can be turned. The girl wondered what she was like. I wonder if this boy is the one who can keep his back.

"Let's go."

"... ok"

Two people at the right time and at the right distance. We both know the moment we turn around is the time of battle.

Swing your sword up as you flip. I just met him across the street at once - it was supposed to be.

"Lady!"

"What?" "Huh?

Someone appeared to interrupt the two settlements. A lady looking like a samurai is rushing over from the entrance to the gym.

"Ma'am, I've looked for you. Did you want to be here? Your brother is waiting for you. Let's get back to it."

"Ah... ok. Sorry. So far... No, you had a fight, didn't you?

The girl felt her movements were slightly behind Kamui's. He said if I stayed that way, I would have lost.

"... no, the battle isn't attached yet. Don't you?"

"... right. I'm not gonna lose next time."

Two people who exchange promises of rematch. We finally found someone to recognize each other's strengths in our generation. I had a feeling that I didn't want this to end.

"Ma'am, come on, I'm coming. We need to hurry."

"Oh, oh, well, see you again"

The girl, prompted by the samurai, hastily leaves her greeting, leaving this place. Kamui staring at its back. It matched my back just now.

"... ah? I forgot to ask your name...... well, okay. I'll know soon enough. One, no, two, maybe up... two... yes, no, the age difference doesn't matter to the sword."

Kamui doesn't understand. that the girl is not a student of Imperial College. that they are the same age, not older. That when you're reunited with a girl, you're way ahead.

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A girl who returned to her brother waiting for herself with a samurai. He rushes over happy to find his brother standing in front of the entrance to and exit from the Royal National College Middle School building.

"Hilda. Where have you been? I thought you were worried."

It was Huey, the eldest son of Oriental Uncle Maximilian Easenberg, who spoke to Hilda, the girl who came running over. He deserves to have the name of the Oriental Uncle, a man whose wisdom has become a reputation.

"I'm sorry. I was just having a sword stand."

"Stand together? Hilda... if I say it sounds like you..."

Hilda's sword lover can be described as an anomaly. But it was unexpected for Huey to get here and stand up.

"I met an amazing kid. I think he's my age or younger, but he's stronger than me."

"What? Stronger than Hilda?

Plus Hilda's story surprises Huey. It's still a young Hilda. Sword practice is still low. Still, Hilda is strong thanks to the special talent she was born with. He couldn't believe it, such as having a child with that Hilda and mutual talent.

"Yes, but we won't lose next time. This loss is a piece of paper."

"Right. You have a kid like that in college... you have to work hard next time, right? If we lose again, Hilda has to be his wife, right?

"What?"

"'Cause you always say it. I don't want to marry someone stronger than me."

"It's..."

That is meant to honor my brother, who is stronger than me. Huey is a man of admiration to Hilda, although he is his real brother. I don't think I'm in the world with more men than my brother.

The brother tells me this, and Hilda is bloating her cheeks in dissatisfaction. Huey poking her fingers at that cheek with joy.

"... pup"

I hear a pretty voice leaking out of Hilda's mouth, and she's laughing high.

"Oh, my God."

Hilda looks happy as she complains. This is the usual. It's like a promise to both of us.

- This is Kamui's first encounter with Hildegand. Shortly after this day, the two of you are going to lose loved ones. Kamui took my mother, and Hilda took my favorite brother.

Pale thoughts when two people get caught up in sad memories they don't want to remember and disappear.

◇ ◇ ◇

It wasn't until they enrolled in the Royal National College Middle School that they reunited. But neither of us realizes it's a reunion. My first encounter has almost disappeared from their memories. No, I'm left with it, but I didn't have an incentive to remember. Except for one chance.

- The Kamuis went out to a villa near Wang Du. Kamui and the others were talking at the villa of the Western House, the lodging place of the day. At first, it was a serious story about the emperor's medical condition and the impending death.

"Really... I knew Kamui preferred that kind of woman?

"Yes?"

This development came from the story that Kamui met the Sophilia Empress, who had a reputation for resembling his mother Sophia.

"I know Kamui loves her mother. So I thought you were looking for a woman like that..."

"A mother, though?

"Yes?"

The two conversations do not engage on this topic. Because big mistakes are in Hildegand.

"What world has a child who sees his mother as a paedophile? That's crazy, isn't it?

"" "Huh?

Everyone was surprised by Kamui's words. Because everyone thought Kamui, the muscled mazacon, wanted a female portrait because she was her mother.

"... So what's Kamui's preferred woman?

"Preferred woman...... never even thought about it"

I could never afford to think about women's preferences. Kamui had a peaceful day before her mother died, and that was when she had the energy to talk to Kamui.

"Do you hate tall women?

"Nothing."

He has always been a shorter man of his age, Kamui. Women were always taller. Even so, there are only enough women and so on to count.

Speaking of which, that girl was tall, too, what a fuzzy memory of being stuck in a corner of her head.

"What color is your hair or something?

"Nothing in particular"

She was just a blonde girl. But to answer this, it's like Hildegand is the woman of choice.

"Eye color"

"You have absolutely no taste for appearance. On the outside, I don't think there's a woman beyond her mother."

It was a beautiful blue for sure...... so was Hildegand. I wonder if my preference is Hilda. No, that's not true, it was the mother who chose it, as the feeling of denial swayed in her mind that there was also lighting in front of her. It's an easy answer for Kamui.

"... So, you're a character?

Hildegand will not give up. I'm trying to find out what Kamui likes.

"Personality...... I can't think of that either. Dare I say... is it a woman who can keep her back?

I remember my personality as a bit glamorous. I just don't like that personality. Then I don't know what to answer...... now that I think about it, this is how I felt then, oh my god, I thought about it and kept it in my mouth.

"Kamui... you, that's not a woman's preference, is it?

To Kamui's answer, the heartbroken alt has become impatient and pinched his mouth.

"Really? So... you don't have a preference."

"Maybe you've never liked someone before?

"... None"

Girl I remember. It embarrasses me to think that was my first love. Out of my mouth is a word of denial.

"There was a time now!

But Hildegand will suspect the thought of time.

"No, not like it or anything."

"You were there, weren't you? The girl I care about."

"That's not true. Besides, I only met him once, and I didn't even hear his name."

The phrase "Yes, I was you at a young age" doesn't come out of Kamui's mouth. Remembering a girl doesn't overlap with the Hildegand in front of her.

"Yes. That's the kind of girl you had, isn't it?

"What, are you mad at me?

It's not about being angry, it's about being happy. But unfortunately, I don't know if it will, but it won't. Even for Kamui, it seems like his first love, but for Hildegand, the boy is a little concerned at best. Nothing is better than the memory of my brother's death, who had far stronger thoughts than that.

"I'm not angry! I'm done eating! I'll study!

"Yes?"

"Look, stand up quickly. You can't just sword it. Literary Martial Arts, that's what you should be as a student at Imperial College. Now, let's go."

"Oh, oh."

Still, even if you don't have any memories of the past, the two of you will start moving anew in the wake of this little trip.

If the meeting between the two is destined, it's not about the past meeting, it's about this day. Destiny gives only opportunity. Because it is up to you to decide whether or not to take advantage of the opportunity, and how to take advantage of it, and to grasp it in your own actions. Because this is the beginning of their future.