Photonstone was an ore that was treasured by humans living in the world.
In ancient times, it was known to react to the life energy that organisms have.
Water heaters and heating appliances with heat generating effect during reaction. Light-emitting indoor lighting and street lights. There are a wide variety of pure applications, such as telecommunications machines with ore that interact with a specific type.
There are also types that allow for shape changes and material production as an application, which can be seen in everyday and unusual situations in modern times.
Convenient ore, but in fact there were some conditions and limitations on its use and efficacy.
It is, for example:
Reacting photon stones requires people's will and maneuvers, such as' touching them directly '.
The amount required for the reaction is also increased or decreased by the application, and the potency is diminished unless an appropriate amount is commensurate therewith.
There is also a limit on the number of uses, and the consumable ore consumed as a result of the use becomes just stone.
Shape changes and substance production must be carried out at a specific location or under specific conditions.
Sometimes, for example, you always need manpower, and just being greedy and stubborn in quantity works well and doesn't work at all in some places.
Remote communication machines, for example, are the most important, there are manpower on the sending and receiving sides, we need ore equivalent to a country's ten years of mining, and there are restrictions on where it can be used - so the purpose of practical application is still not set.
The fear of depletion of Photonstone, an underground resource, led the Confederation and Empire to contest and wage war over mining rights.
But in modern times, two hundred years later, artificial photon stones have been developed, and the initial problem sees once solved.
Nevertheless, the demand for and value of natural products had not been compromised, although it was still expensive, if its effectiveness were to be blurred at the time of comparison.
With time, people's science and technology develop, so much so that research soothes, and new usefulness is found. That's why - the unknown possibility that such ore dwelled in is still giving many people dreams and desires.
June 15th, morning.
"I didn't wear it and I thought... but how can it be comfortable?"
"It's made of special yarn generated from photon stone, and it has some anti-blade bulletproof properties."
Alan and Nene set foot in the corridor where daylight was slipping through the large windows after their first day of service at the training school. The body was wearing a uniform for instructors paid by the school.
There are three types of uniforms in training schools.
Purple based uniform worn by the instructors.
A white based uniform worn by the students.
A black based uniform worn by the clerks.
All with different specifications for men and women, when it comes to visible and significant differences, pants or skirts? It is. It was designed to be body tight and free of slack, and I had the impression that the emphasis was on ease of movement.
I don't even feel cramped because I have stretching, seems like a good job......
Alan confirms the comfort of his uniform and goes on to say "But".
"Are you a teacher from today... I have a different tension than on the battlefield"
"Alan would be fine..."
Continued as Nene remembered.
"Ah... speaking of which, the president has reached you. Starting today, Alan called himself John Smith, trying to keep his qualities out of the open."
"Hmmm... you want to fake your identity?
"Yes, because now Mr. Alan had the power at the time when he was Kensei... if this became public, there is no denying the possibility that he would inspire the Empire. You want to get rid of some of the anxiety."
"I'm not complacent, but I do... I understand. Let's try again."
Jill's concern was that the federal government would become aware of Kensei's rejuvenation.
If the modern corrupt Confederation found out about the existence of Kensei, it might overconfident its power despite this disadvantage and invade the Empire itself.
Or an empire inspired by the resurrection of Kensei may invade without waiting for the outcome of this year's militant festival. In fact, Kensei, regarded as the strongest in history, has just enough strength to do so.
One battlefield that Kensei will mourn will surely be a victory for the Federation.
Nevertheless, not only one place can be a battlefield, and if battles were to have taken place in various places simultaneously and multiple times, all battlefields without the presence of Kensei would be victories for the Empire. The status quo is the last if ever fought.
The future of the Empire's destruction of the Federation and the end of the war can never be overshadowed.
If one can bring out great power and win the war with it, there is no struggle, and there is no point in legions......
What is required is organizational strength and the presence of competent commanders….
People like me end up being just one of the pawns on the board......
No, you mean so corrupt that you have to raise this concern...
Blurry and compassionate, Alan changed his name from this time onwards, becoming John.
"And then the age on the paperwork is twenty, which is supposed to be my brother-in-law, so with that intention...... thank you, John"
Within talking to both of us, we even followed the sophomore classroom we were taking from today.
After his sister-in-law, Nene, who takes a deep breath and steps inside, John glances inside.
Approximately all hundreds of boys and girls - staircase classes with students seated.
The majority of those who would have known that a new instructor would take office were curious.
On the other hand, it was an attitude without my involvement, an attitude that looked down, an attitude that appeared out loud, and a few of those students were mixed up.
"This is John Smith, who will serve as instructor in this classroom today, as well as in practical training in general. And I became his aide, deputy instructor, Nene-Velvetta. Best regards,"
Nene, standing on the podium, greets her as she is used to being little.
The classroom, which should be approximate, was defiant as soon as possible.
In the students' assumption, such a teacher should have taken office, which is more grim and painful. If it opens its lid, it is a young and beautiful man and woman. An atmosphere of lust filled the classroom.
"So, John, can I ask you for a word?
John looked at the students a little as he stood at the lecture. When silence drew their attention, he inquired with a gentle voice.
"Ask the lords one thing... what is a knight to you lords?
There is no response to the students.
They were counted on such a strange presence of John, like none of happiness, anger, pity, or ease, just being nature itself. He also had the impression that the lies would not make sense.
"No one answers...... then let's change the way we ask. What kind of knights will you be?
There is no answer to the second query either.
The majority of students distract themselves from the classroom or are annoyed. Nothing, I'm not atrophying the instructor against him. Some of the students were answered as such. That's why no students take the lead.
"No... apparently, he asked a boring question. I'm sorry. Let's forget about now... then, Lord Nene, let's give this place back."
I cut it up lightly and returned the lecture to Nene as if nothing had happened.
John just smiled, and if he wasn't angry at those students, he wouldn't have done that either. I already got a "silent" response, and I was already convinced.
In times of truce, no matter how close the world gets to the Pacific, people can't throw away their weapons......
Why did these kids take the sword......
There will be different reasons why I want to, but don't you want to talk easily...
Or is there just enough - to talk...
I hope not the latter......
At the end of the stage, he thought to himself, never stopping to face it.
Mindful of why he was, Nene went back to the lecture to be in tune.
After the dates were communicated from her mouth, they were dissolved together.
It will be the same afternoon.
Time is allocated to sitting in the morning and practical skills in the afternoon at the training school. John and Nene had no other spare time in the morning either because they took up the position as instructors specializing in practical skills.
"Finally, John. The time has come to lend your help. Best wishes!
"Well... I don't know about that"
Nene whispers next to me, wanting to see the layout, seemingly nagging.
John replied ambiguously to ascertain how the students aligned themselves in the exercise area.
without expression, in a solemn manner. Students lined up in rows of ten horizontal and ten vertical men and women.
The black short-sleeve shorts and athletic shoes they can wear are perfect for training in training schools. That gave the impression that it was generic and easy to move the body around.
"Well... from today on I will teach the Lord the sword, but I do not know what stage the Lord is at -"
After the bell rings, which informs you of the training time, John begins to speak roughly.
A man with an unobtrusive atmosphere and presence who speaks like an old man. How powerful is he at the age of twenty and what kind of training - the students waited for words with attention.
"- So... let's have a bareback today"
The complexion of the students became cloudy. A loud sigh sighed from the crowd.
Their attitude will be obviously bad, as it was earlier.
"What? What's bareback in two years, aren't you an idiot?
"Something I lost in anticipation."
'Looks like the only good thing was your face...'
"Oh, the new instructor was shit, too"
'What is a knight to you lords... what do you say, you look alike?
"Ha-ha-ha, they look alike."
The students raise their minds deliberately and become scattered. Some of them were mocking.
"Uh... hey, guys, what's going on!?
Students who completely ignore the voice of Nene's suppression began their voluntary training. Each had thoughtful behavior, the majority of which was all about simulated combat training in game format, using wooden swords.
"Hmm... sounds like an afternoon tour, well... let's just say I'm lazy in the shade too"
John didn't say anything to those students. Instead, he says "lazy" and pulls back.
"Hey... look, he's going somewhere"
"Oh my God, you don't have a bone this time."
Nene chased his back away from the spot, even abusing words of contempt from the students.
"Ala...... John, what are you going to do, this isn't about the militant festival!?
The implant that was in the shovel of the exercise area - sitting down by the tree, watching the students faraway. John loosened his expression naturally to the comfort of uplifting the sobriety of the shade.
To earn the day's food support......
To protect the family living in the Federation......
To clear up resentment against the Empire......
To feel alive in the exchange of life......
Even if the trigger was conscription, the knights and soldiers who once waved their swords on the battlefield were the ones who had ten reasons. But what about these talented kids? Hi it seems that the majority are the latter......
"Still," he necked, comparing his thoughts to Nene, who would make a leap to inquire about his sincerity.
"A sword that you're forced to teach won't do you any good in action. Lord Nene, do you know enough?
"That's... but not like this..."
I understood, but I still can't abandon it to Nene, who worries about the future.
The first day of training, the clouds are suspicious from the beginning. It is such a bad situation that we cannot even imagine the signs of recovery. The continuation of the first step of things may not necessarily have a negative impact later.
"Oh...?
Fu and John noticed that one of the students was walking over.
A seemingly weak boy student with blue hair. Adorable faces like small animals gave a serious look in front of the new instructor. Very small and the training clothes you are wearing look a lot less hemmed.
In his trembling hand, he even held a training wooden sword.
That, I had the impression, was somewhere full of determination.
"Um, I'm, uh, Hollo-Fiodiante, and I need you to tell me how to behave!
He shrugs his bravery and bows his head, even letting words bore him from nervousness and awe.
This Holoro-Fiodiante was a well-known student as a fallout rarely seen in recent years, with only a large amount of potential photons.
When there began to be a difference in strength from others around the second half of my freshman year, and that weak personality combined, I could only be dealt with by my classmates. At the end of the sentence, even the hands-on training instructors who were predecessors were overlooked.
"Tell me... you want a hand job?
"Yes, please"
"I don't know the Lord, I don't know what he wants to be. So, how do you want me to unscramble your bare hands?
"Ah... sorry I couldn't answer this morning... I, the knight for me... am such a future maker that I can get along with the people of the Empire... I will be a gentle knight!
John remembered in Hollor's proclamation the highs of his unobtrusive chest.
I can't solve it, what is a gentle knight...?
Now, I'm not a knight who doesn't slay people. No, what else could it be...?
What a sweet idea this is also a time-honoured desire for a truce...
But why am I being hit in the chest so much......
Come on, isn't that funny...
When he stood up, he laughed at the thought of what it meant. The other students said, "What is it?" and draw attention to it, but that doesn't make it any easier. Eventually, he briefly gave the answer.
Then shake it.
"Um... well, then?
"Tell me more, Lord..."
When I looked at him, Hollor, who brightened his expression, said, "Yes!," replies the prestigious.
John began to rely on such instruction in his bare gestures.
"Hey, the fallout's doing something in front of the new instructor."
Some of the other students made such a mockery, but I wouldn't even give them a glimpse. He just waved down the wooden sword - only the boy with clear eyes in his eyes.
Nene, who watches with her calves, has just decided to smile at this.
"That's a sweet grip on the pattern. Then you will drop your sword easily."
"Here's the thing?
John walked over to Holoro, who misunderstood and gripped the wooden sword pattern strongly, denying "No, no, no."
"You can't just grip it hard. Correct the gripping position deeper. And the sword muscle is shattered. Do not swing in the flow. Be conscious of every swing."
"Yes, instructor!
John spots Hollor's bad habits in one swing and tries to correct them.
Nevertheless, it can't all heal in one go. Instruction was repeated from time to time.
The practical training time of two hours is quickly flowing, and there is about to be an end bell soon.
I stopped my hand waving a constant wooden sword, and a breathless hollow fell on my knees. One bare gesture and even a monotonous training, but there is a pretence that they were both obsessed about it.
"Well shaken, gutsy"
"Oh, thank you"
Many knights, regardless of their time, do not like basic training......
Now the other students were......
But how about this kid, not a single disgusting face, and he made a bare gesture over two hours...
Those who spare no foundation effort will be roughly stronger. I like it......
"Sometimes…" continued John, mourning Holoro's attitude toward training with all his heart.
"... what does the Lord think of the wooden sword?
"I think the wooden sword... was made for training and, uh, the... wooden sword"
"Half...... let's get it right"
When Pumpkin and the rest of the students finished their training and each began to gather.
"Which, lend it to me."
John took the wooden sword from Hollor, who answered without looking like he had made it. Then, as he turned to the exercise area with nothing, he quietly put up a wooden sword over his head and shook it down a vertical line.
A huge amount of life energy, a sign of Photon, felt in that moment.
Just a roar far exceeding the sound of a ringing bell. A gust of wind emanating from it winds up massive amounts of sand and blows away. When this sand cleared, a well-chosen ground appeared on its straight line.
It lasted from scissors to scissors in a vast practice area.
As I watched up close, Holoro, who couldn't see his sword muscle, said to a grumpy clap, "Huh?" and spilled it.
Some of the students who watched away were similar or stopping by, only to understand that they witnessed some unusual event.
"... the wooden sword is indeed a training sword. But if it's a bad hit, people die. If you turn to people, this is a historic murder weapon… just remember that it's not a good thing to swing around."
As the scene was becoming noisy, John smiled at Hollow.
The words were convincing. If they were told with a demonstration that a wooden sword could kill a person, Hollor, or other students, would have to be convinced.
"Well... Lord Nene, the practical training is over. Shall we go back to the school building... and the lords shall lift up as they please?"
John finished his first class.
Everyone who was left on the exercise floor was paying attention to his wandering back to the school building in a relaxing pace with Nene. I wear the atmosphere with just one swing, and I decide the earth - with regret for myself for looking down on such a powerful man.