July 17th.
Nene, who was spending tea time with Jill in the board president's office after school, recalled what had happened this morning.
Early in the morning, when John and Holoro dropped him off for a trip somewhere. The bags on his back swelled with a good look at the body of the owner, making him think that it would not be a very two- or three-day journey.
Regarding the uniform to be worn again, I also have the impression that you are wearing something within, somewhere overlapping -.
- Lord Nene, me and Holoro will be away from school all ten days from today. I already have permission from Jill, so I'm sorry to ask you to wait until then... What, don't worry, it's just a little bit on the mountain because it's not that far away... well, I might die.
That's what John means. Isn't a deep smile a foretaste or something that's about to plunge Holloro into the valley of Thousand Seekers? I thought, she had been restless that day.
"Are you thinking about Alan?
From Nene's unfloating face, Jill asks, who perceived the mood.
"... Yes. President Jill, to be honest, there are times when I have no idea what John is thinking. I can't believe I was called in early this morning, and suddenly I'm on a journey."
A month after the relationship between the instructor and his deputy.
Nene still has a man named Alan-Smithy the Sword Saint, and John Smith the Tomorrow Teacher, I don't know. Most of them had eaten differently in their values and ways of thinking about people, losing sight of where his mind was headed.
This is not just for her.
Words like an old man, a constant smile, a beautiful young man with a face as neat as a sculpture - and other teachers and students only know so superficially and vaguely what John is like.
Nevertheless, the exceptions besides thoughts are familiar.
"Holoro, you'll be fine. So far, she's only twice as self-resilient... and Alan the boulder will have some common sense. Well, even though it's wacky, it's refreshing to rely on one student for the instructor's sake. They do whatever they want in people's schools."
Jill's voice color doesn't match either of those.
"I can't talk about people either, but I totally agree with that. What would have happened to practical training by now if Mr Boffow hadn't taken office? I'm glad I didn't have to collapse."
"Alan, if my heart eats age, that part will remain the same...... no different than it was back then"
Reaching for a tea treat, Jill laughs in memory.
Huh, Nene got interested in the story of the Kensei period.
"I've been like," Oh. "What is it?
"Overall, I think it's changed a lot. I used to have more glaring eyes, and I never saw a smiling face. That's why I'm surprised I haven't seen you in seventy years. I'm smiling so kindly..."
"I only know John now, so I can't imagine what it is... which one of you two got to know each other? Is it still a battlefield, or...?
Softly narrowed Jill's eyes seemed to look at a distant past that was not the present.
"... that's right. But it could have been a temporary tavern on the front lines... I was a liquor-loving, bloody idiot at the time, and when I first saw Alan in that tavern, why were you drinking on such a frivolous side? I was so drunk, I started a fight."
"So..." continued the memorabilia in an embarrassing voice.
"When you knew it was Kensei, but you've never actually seen him fight... entertained, just the atmosphere anyway, right? Oh, my God, I didn't have to ask my best Iron Fist."
"So what happened?
Nene urged the story to continue.
"I thought I was scared of people for the first time. After you took my iron fist and flew away, you stood up without saying anything, and you walked over... and Alan at that time, you must have felt terribly well-intentioned to kill."
"So, were you okay?
Now he grinned bitterly when he spoke of rustling and violent shakedown.
As far as I know, these two have a good relationship, so Nene had a natural anticipation that the encounter - too. But if I opened the lid, it was only out of general morality.
"I was so lucky that the marshal at the time, who had listened to me scratch, set me aside. I'd still be frightened to think if I hadn't. Because that was gonna kill me."
"It's tea breaking, isn't it?"
"Well, I'm scared," Jill shrugs her shoulders with a browned voice.
It would be impossible to tell from the way you reached for the tea treats placed on the table whether it was really true at all.
"We all did at the time. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the battlefield you don't know when you're going to die, and inside you can rest alive, let's drink and laugh like fools... just wonder how Alan was?
"What, what's that...?
"No, it's going to stink, that's all for today."
Nene wondered what Jill was about to say to his butt. But when Jill cut me off, I couldn't hear it that day. So she still doesn't know that Kensei was such a knight.
As everyone fought to live tomorrow, the knight who was fighting to die tomorrow......
Jill, who didn't talk about it as involving privacy, had gained a strong sense of reality within looking back at the past.
Alan, good for you. Seventy years after that, you have finally found your way to life...
In the shadow of cursing tea and handheld tea confectionery, there was an old woman's face who laughed like that.
Meanwhile, around that time.
"Superior, superior, let's not do it!
"Hey sister... I'm in the mood for more today any time...?
In the first-year practice arena, Lunaquin and Solquin - the twins were encouraging the game archery.
Especially my sister Lunaquin, who was full of fighting spirit, rather than standing suddenly. The mind appeared as truthful in its temper, shaped to strike the revenge of its parents in spite of the archaeology.
That's also because I beat the crap out of my apprentice this time yesterday, so I was wondering if it would be as promised, and the example teacher put me off on my promise.
"Let's do it again in ten days' time, if we win by playing against our disciples," he even added.
The point is, she was dissatisfied with the fact that she ate an oak.
"Naturally, that would be a big deal, coming to power in the last ten days or something!? Look at me, I'm not going to let my heart go, I'm not going to let my guard down, I'm going to beat you up by the time you're done!
"Sister, stop, don't hit me eight!
Speaking of Solquin, he was the best at dealing with his sister's twin swords without any shards of sobriety.
Though forcefully antagonistic, he can't lift his head either when his sister does. He is also an oligarchy, calm and sedentary personality from day to day, but now he can't help but disturb and raise his voice and seek kindness for his brother.
"Let the world know your father's twin swords with our hands, and we'll rebuild the school one day!
"Oh, I agree with that, too!?
Different personalities and genders, the twin aspirations of the rebirth of the school are the same.
It was the lineage of the ancestors, military or military, that gave birth to the twins. While his ancestors, who were military men, excelled in the genius of the sword, and his descendants, the clan has rejoiced in its own genre, inherited and sublimated.
That's the twin swords - "Dance Twin Swords".
But when the ceasefire brought substantial Pacific worlds, the clan's twin swords were one step in front of the daylight, and the opportunity had been lost.
This is due to the fact that the active period of the founding fathers was at the time of the truce, and at that time it was the Empire's sword emperor when it came to synonymous with the double sword.
After the war, the clan committed itself to rebuilding the declining genre, but its wishes were not fulfilled, and no one tried to be under the gates at any time.
In the first place, the very existence of double swordsmen had a tendency to be regarded as rare and bizarre.
In addition, in a world where even the absolute two-sword user, the Sword Emperor, is considered legendary, he is not dealt with by anyone. At the end of the sentence ends with 'legendary imitation' and 'just looking good' ridiculed.
- The mowed path of the bamboo, the lush path of the bamboo.
The vast majority would choose the former, for example, for having preceded those two. Still, the path chosen by the twin fathers is the latter.
Expecting no future for the clan's genre, it should be noted that it was so because he believed in the power of the Double Sword with all his hard work.
The twins loved their father like that. Even without being forced to master double swordsmanship, I learned for myself what my father believed in. And with gentle but stiff guidance, he incited with his sister and brother, growing more talented day by day.
Sometimes when my father fell ill, the twins took over and aspired to the dream of rebirth of the genre.
I made a firm vow to take this with me.