Old Kensei rejuvenates and becomes an instructor at a knight training school

Balper Lake, the venue for the swordsmanship competition, is famous for its quiet lakeside city.

It also has a sprinkling appearance that makes the tree feel warm and beautiful. The history of the city was pre-war and ancient, a place that has been used by the heavy towns of the country as a place to maintain and socialize.

The fact that the federal government that occupied the Westerian state didn't get its hands on the city is a shame to destroy it.

Even now, two hundred years after the war between the Federation and the Empire, its streets and lakes remain the same.

August 31. I said, when the clear night sky seemed to expand everywhere.

The day before the event, the third face arrived at Valper Lake.

Participants and interested parties will spend a period of four days in a cottage arranged by the operation of the Games.

A multi-purpose square was set up in the centre, from which a log house was built in a radial fashion. Through the native coniferous forest just around the corner, you could also admire the beautifully swept lake.

This was a luxury accommodation that was popular with the high-income segment.

"Lord Nene has knowledge of the swordsmanship instructors at the Sixth Knight Training School he's about to meet, right?

"It was a long time ago... since I was sent to Westeria as a messenger, it was I who spoke to the trusted school I had created on the Authority's own information network and made a request to her as its special instructor"

"I want you to tell me in advance, what do you think?

"That's right... he's very sophisticated, and I realized defeat in an instant when I confronted her"

"Well, Lord Nene won't fight. So you're talking about the modern fierce?

"Oh, no... you're not sick of the strength of a sword..."

John was set up by Games Management to interact with instructors from other schools.

Now he's taking Nene, and it's in the facility. That's it, he's got a foothold. He was even wondering that her answers had gone awry since he shook those topics along the way.

A few minutes walking, I reached a log house in one building.

Knocking on the front door, he makes a dry wooden noise. I was replied to by indoors in a relaxed state of "haha". "Excuse me," he greeted Nene with a trembling shoulder, opening the door.

"Well, that purple meal... aren't you the swordsmanship instructor at the Third Knight Training School?

"Yeah, you're right. Your red uniform... was it definitely from the Sixth Knight Training School?

Behind the beautiful room was a young man named Cialisa-Win-Westerlia.

Long, full-bodied beauty with long, long, chestnut-haired hair. It's an outfit away from the elegance of a red instructor uniform, but it reminds me of the nobility of writing it off somewhere.

Face-to-face and heartfelt, including sophisticated tricks and talking.

She was drawing blood that hit the immediate line of the Westerian royal family.

Even after the exit and the loss of real power in the country, the loyalty of the Westerners remained unshakeable in the Westerian royal family, which had long served its benevolent government. The royal people remained loved and respected by the masses.

If you see her, who is also a formidable being, as a nene who cares about her own child-face and development from day to day, it is as if there is no room for even tension and she is in the mood of having suffered two letters of failure.

"I will see you first, my name is Cialisa-Win-Westerlia. It's been a long time since you and Dear Nene have been together. Thank you very much for that verse."

"Thanks for this...... I'm John Smith. After that, please let me know. Excuse me, but what does the family name Westeria still have to do with the country of Westeria?

Take the hand that John offers, at the waist and softly. Cialisa spoke without ever stopping smiling.

"Yes, my fathers are the king of Westeria. But authority, etc. is about the old past, please don't be afraid, we hope that you will have a reciprocal relationship..."

"Let's get to it. No, I didn't expect you to make it happen. I was hoping to meet you."

"To me... is it?

"Well, as I imagined, what the descendants of such a great man would be like,"

"Oh well, such words from such a lovely lord will illuminate you. You have a master mouth, don't you?

"Ha ha, that would be each other"

That's kind of outside the mosquito net if I...

No, it's nothing, because I'm just a deputy instructor...

But what is it, this unspeakable sense of defeat...

Step back, Nene looks at the two of them with no sign of ever letting go.

Whenever the two bickering went into my ear, I learned the feeling of something tickling and stabbing in my chest. Previously, unconscious about sex, she accidentally said, 'Are you jealous?' He asked himself, 'No,' he answered and strengthened.

Well, someone visited the log house and those two cautions were finally interrupted.

Instead of knocking, it was a young man named Jörzef-Ordian who rang his nose and entered the room.

A tough looking man with a neat taste for sleeves in a blue instructor's uniform. There is a glimpse of poor substantiation in the way facial expressions are made and in the moments of standing and behaving.

If you arranged it with a very contrasting cialisa, your heart certificate would be extremely bad.

As a sword instructor at the First Knight Training School, he is an elite who has raised students to compete in militant festivals.

"Oh no... isn't it just Cialisa?

Look at Yorzev. No, Cialisa stopped laughing.

I don't even think of Mitsuhito, who hates hair and clouds his complexion...

Is there something about this man, if any? Okay, well, is it the bender you keep watching...

John seemed somewhat surprised at how obvious she was. He didn't get along well enough to see it, and when he looked at it, he stood up to snuggle the two of them and wanted to make a difference.

"Oh, if you think about it, isn't it the third teacher whose students are reputed to be all cuss?

Jorzev spreads his hands wide and stands tall.

Shortly afterwards, a powerful brilliance overflowed from Nene's body, including hostility and killing. A pale light pushes through the atmosphere to create an airflow, shaking what is in the room.

In her rounded, open eyelids, her giraffed yellow eyes reflected the appearance of her opponent, who abruptly said so.

"If you revoke now...... still forgive"

"Heh... the students do. But I wonder if that's where the instructor you're hiring..."

Jorzev's voice confirming Nene's brilliance was, quite rightly, rhyming with a look down.

"... see, that's it"

John pokes that flank and controls Nene.

Her brilliance, which had run out of focus, dispersed with the dumb voice of "ah-ha".

Hmm, Lord Nene, why is the weir of emotion so loose...

I know I feel strongly about people, but I still don't want to lack calm......

Even if it opens up inside, it doesn't make you feel good. He did well in his affection and asked Jorzev to shake his hand.

"No, thank you. Nice to meet you. My name is John Smith. Nice to meet you..."

Jorzev ignores John like that and makes too much noise beside him. What was in his eyes was not him, but Cialisa, who was in the back. With a distorted mouth on her side stretched out, he whispered, "Talk about an example..."

"I haven't forgotten, have I? As a result of this selection -"

"- That... was decided by your father on his own..."

"You don't have a good time either... well, it'll all be decided in five days."

"Someone named you..."

"That's all I need today... Bye, Cialisa"

Jorzev, who cut the wind with his curly shoulders, waved his crouch and walked out of the log house.

After a while, the precipitated atmosphere caught the rest. The first soothing thing I had, there's no sign I can take it back anymore.

The fear of personal affection behind the tournament appeared in the shaded eyes of the nagging Cialisa.