To save just one childhood tame, the man who became insane and powerful in death and, at the age of mid-nineteen, was always lonely on the battlefield, being called the strongest sword saint of all time.
The man lost his childhood acquaintance and began to wave his sword on the battlefield in search of a place to die. However, the person who finishes me never shows up, he just unilaterally slashes it and dyes it with blood.
Its immense power was feared by its enemies as well as by its allies. The understander did not have to count with one hand, nor was he always by his side.
If you repeat this endlessly and invisibly, how long did your feelings for people break in a man?
After the truce, the man who could not die wanted to be alone himself, and he found himself in a life of self-sufficiency behind the mountains of his homeland, the country of the east.
We got rid of all this, even though we were often sent in our hands from a Federation that wanted to keep the mighty power in our hands.
Every time I went through those years, I faded from people's memories and disappeared.
Seventy years later, messengers from neutral nations told me that 'the Union and Empire are in danger of starting a war once again' and asked for help.
When he was forced to take it or not, the man who had been philosophizing lonely for a long time had made a decision on his chest with pale expectations.
If, just once more, you have a chance to start over...
If, just once more, you have the opportunity to turn your emotions to people….
If that could be for the world and for yourself......
Have a wish.
July 7th.
Until yesterday, the bad weather has fully recovered, and the afternoon sky spreads bright blue. The sun, warmer than before, was about to dry the wet soil with the remnants of the rain.
When this day's training began, it was not long ago.
Students aligning themselves in the exercise area were laughing in front of the big man who had made the transformation since yesterday.
The big man is a boffaw, who shaved off his blonde hair, reflecting sunlight and becoming a sparkling head.
It was the result of losing the battle, of omitting my deeds, and of realizing how I had forgotten.
Though I ran for instructor, if I desperately wanted to take back my brother's demise, I tried to pass me through with violence to a colleague who repeated the same place and even spoke generously -.
That head is his best shot at trying to embody his apology for these.
"Ho... hey... that"
"Bubu... then, fool... but bear with me"
But it was a harsh situation for the students. From them engraved with fear in Boffaw, no matter how strange that might be, laughing in a detour and buying anger was a long way off.
"First, I want to say one thing to you guys..."
Boffow doesn't get angry even if he feels the mood of the students.
"I'm just sorry," he looked around at their faces and raised his head.
He continues to apologize, "I..." after losing the blur he had on the scene.
"I was wrong. If it's going to happen, will you give me one more chance to teach you the sword right?
In front of this boffaw, no one among the students was going to laugh.
Instead, it was impressive.
Even if you claim to be a senior knight, if you admit that you have an affair, you apologize even to someone who is less than you.
Especially those who are at the birth of a senior knight can't help but feel the draw when comparing themselves to John for not being able to apologize to him and his life like that.
Before being a knight, what should you do as a person......
What should you really have before seeking strength......
The students' backs were pushed hard and hard by Boffow's integrity.
'... Instructor John, I didn't do anything very rude before!
One of them leaves the line, bows his head to John, who was nearby, and apologizes cleanly.
"Teacher Boffow, teach me your sword again today!
It wasn't the attitude that made it seem so floating. Together, he even offered Boffow that. The other students followed separately, headed by one of them. Their appearance showed signs of a return to vibrancy.
The last thing they had in their hands, starting with the inauguration of Bufou, with suspicion, chronic hearts, jealousy, failure and experience, was not power as a knight.
It was a more fundamentally important sign of growth as a person.
"You guys...... thanks, thanks again from today! Then let's start by relaxing your body!
Boffow strained his chest with gratitude. His head, reborn as a teacher, glowed with chillary.
I have to thank you.
"No, I didn't do anything."
Between the students' prep exercises, John faced Boffow, who had taken his feet in the shade of the tree.
I didn't do anything, and yes, I didn't try anything...
People cut themselves off unchanged and kept their students out, but your lord was different...
I may have done it the wrong way, but the Lord thought more about the students than anyone else...
I looked at the round head I was wondering, and he said, "What's that head?" and shake his neck.
"My country. Then this is how you round your head when you apologize to people...... hey, Teacher John. Why don't you stop being so tough... and I want to get along better with you?"
"Again... it's a lot more like being a man..."
Boffaw gives me his hand in an ill-defined manner. John took his hand and exchanged a firm handshake.
"Strange story nonetheless... I never knew a man like you could belong in the army"
"A lot of things, I don't really want you to say anything else."
"Looks like there's something going on. Well, talk to me sometime when you get a chance."
"Um, let's just say we do that"
Predicting when the students are ready, Boffow leaves saying "bye."
Only then, the shade of the tree became a fixed position to teach the sword to Hololo. "You're like someone else until yesterday," Nene, who was getting ready with Mute, said looking at Boffow.
John looked back to follow her gaze, looking and smiling as she made a big back.
"Oh, I finally thought at this age. A person is... not something I threw away."