Neutral country - via the Peace Administration's messenger, to the Confederation's trusted Knight Training School, a report of the crisis of war is brought inside.
Representatives of each school made a request for secondments to the upper echelons of the Confederate Army, or invited as instructors those of merit who had exhausted their individual connections to look for them.
At this time, fearing that the Confederacy would move, they executed the newspaper in full swing.
The nomination of a Knight Training School teacher is essentially entrusted to the chairman of the board of directors of that school. It may also be said that the tendency to be negligible in education is silent.
Ultimately, the educational curriculum was considered obliterating if graduates, as knight chiefs, had the corresponding photon abilities and strengths.
Jill, who was brought newspaper by Nene, one of the messengers in charge of Westerlia, a major federal country, proposed Kensei as a new instructor. Nene was also half-hearted about this, but if the story to be heard was true, it was not better.
The issue of age is of concern if it was fatal. Considering the use of Shizukuishi, the national treasure, as a solution, I negotiated with my own country under no circumstances, and my permission was granted, apart from anything else.
Thus began Nene's six-month search for Kensei.
In the meantime, it was Bufou, the former instructors of the John's, who requested and dispatched personnel from the Confederate army in an attempt to strengthen education.
Originally a grand old man who was head of the First Class Knight in the Confederate Army, around April - he was in office as the Hollows advanced to second grade.
With his arrogant personality, he was naturally disgusted if he wielded a bystander and forced his rough training. Each time he played a showdown game that he called 'Demonstration' and ruled by snoring down the students.
An end was struck to this when he chose mute for the show opponent.
The game ended with a mute overwhelm so as to unilaterally beat it with speed.
There is no way the students will obey the person who lost his majesty, and Bufou settles one case as he submits his resignation.
But it is the lumps born at this time that later root for them, as far as Jill's complete indiscretion of the Confederate army is concerned, and the ills of the students against John.
The case seems to have been solved, and nothing has been solved yet.
July 2. The morning of the day when we entered a period of cloudy or rainy weather for a while.
John, summoned by Jill to the board president's office, was told in a face that did not float early after entering the room.
"Recently, some of the students' parents have raised a complaint, and you're dependent on everything?
"Hmm, that may be true, but it's..."
Jill walks over cursorily to the window to view the dark, shady school buildings and practice areas in cloudy weather.
There were signs that it was not surprising whenever it rained.
"I know. Damn... you failed your predecessor's instructor... so what, at the request of the parents, we're hiring another temporary instructor from the Federation."
"Did you accept... maybe those parents?
Nene, who was in the same room, asked worried.
"Yeah, the face of a former senior knight. I can't handle my requests unhindered... it's true that they're bifurcated, and you guys are a selection kid, aren't you?
I have to convince Nene to listen, but I didn't have a bad feeling about one of my predecessors.
Nevertheless, it's not something that blurs and gets better, and we can't say that one end of the responsibility for creating a situation like this is in front of us, we can't, too.
I just hope that it will not be just a matter of two dances anymore.
"... So, since when?
"We had a conversation yesterday, starting today."
"Was it such a sudden story from today on?!?
"Well... let's hope there's a decent one"
Jill shrugged his shoulder at the end.
After noon.
As we talked about this morning, a temporary instructor recommended by the Confederate army will visit.
John, Nene and Jill were to be present in the room for an introduction and a meeting in the president's office.
A grand old man, featuring a broken jaw on a strong blonde surface.
Enlarged muscles all over the body are the result of daily stretching exercises or tightening that I don't see as a trick. It will be reminiscent of his predecessor's faculty because he is a brother who divided his blood.
This man named Boffow was chosen as the new instructor because he took the initiative to run for office. The reason for this is that I did not feel more comfortable with my brother's scandal as a disgrace in my body, which means that this is the end of the stigma.
If there were no other candidates, it would have been an immediate decision and a swift dispatch.
"Nice to meet you. It's Boffow, senior knight of the Seventh Knights of the Confederacy. Let me be the instructor here from today. I've come to raise promising students in the future for my country… is convenient and has shaken the stigma of my stupid brother"
"Oh, really... Hi, I'm John. Next door, she's the deputy instructor, Lord Nene."
"Well... you're the instructor who's been rumoring."
"Without even knowing the actual circumstances..." Nene glanced at Boffow, who spoke in disdain with an obnoxious amount of voice, early in the day.
Still, John whispered to me, "Beauty ruined it," and if I were to get a little flank poked, I'd say, "Ahhh!?," he said, spilling his barbaric voice and shutting up.
Lord Nene seems to tend to have high emotions...
But you must think of me, I'm glad...
For someone's sake, that's what I want too......
John thought so. "No..." he kept his hips low.
"As much as I'm ashamed of you. Because of his youth, he could only handle students that were convenient to him. So here's a suggestion...... could the two students I'm looking at right now decide to stay put?
"... well. I'll give you the students that you're watching. But the other students will do whatever I want. Come on, let's go to the practice hall."
The sniffling boffaw leaves this place behind, and the meeting ends lightly.
It was time for training.
"I'm a boffaw. Before, he said his stupid brother had exposed him to ugliness, but don't worry. I am a senior knight in the Federation. I'll teach you the man's sword from now on."
On that day, John looked unusual about the students aligning themselves in the exercise area.
Conflicting emotions are intertwined. I'm not sure, but I'm not uniformly calm, whether it's expectations of senior knight instruction that won't come true even if I want it, or anxiety that mentoring like my predecessor might repeat.
The expectations the students had could disappear in sight of Boffow.
But there was also one case of John, and if he felt that he no longer wanted to waver growth opportunities on the stick with sight and guidance policies, he was solemn without spitting evil.
I don't know what kind of man Bufou was, but I can somehow imagine seeing this...
What guidance will the brother give….
John looks sideways at Boffow and thinks.
"Hollow, mute. Lord, I and Lord Nene will guide you. Come here."
As struck together, John took away two people, Hollor and Mute.
Training was thus initiated under separate mentors.