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

September 8. Three days from the Westerly Swordsmanship Delegate Selection Competition.

After returning to the capital from Bulper Lake, Nene, Holoro, Mute, Lunaquin and Solquin were given free time in a single day. Two days after the return journey was rocked by a steam locomotive, the accumulated physical and mental fatigue could not have healed either.

Jill, the chairman of the board of directors of the Third Knight Training School, who guessed so,

"You don't have to go to school tomorrow, so if you want to spend time at home, don't play, you can take a bone break if you like"

and labored them.

The third instructor, John, separated himself from his deputy instructor, Nene, the students' hollows, and returned to the capital a day late at noon of the day. Now he had arrived on that foot and was in the chairman's office.

Jill and Nene are single-handedly ridiculing tea and tea treats. From the conversations I heard just before that, they blossomed on the topic, especially the injustice of the First Knight Training School, such as the jewelry report of the selection competition.

He looked out from the room and found the two faces he had seen.

"Oh? John. You're back too...... could you talk to her slowly?

"Oh, I got a chest grab... thanks"

Before even closing the door, Jill asks me in a hurry somewhere.

John smiled calmly, nodding deeply to show. If I interpreted her favorably that the circumstances were the only thing that worried me, the words I would return to it would also be tangible.

"Most importantly... Nene told me that the selection competition seemed a lot tough, didn't it? But I wonder if it would be a relief for both of us to be safely represented. And especially Mr. Holoro, he even vaporized everything, didn't he?

"It didn't come true to see... for once, as a teacher, as long as I'm happy. I envy Lord Nene."

Nene, who got her gaze from both of them, speaks lightly with tea.

"I'm surprised. The same goes for that huge photon, but that's what we call the brilliant vaporization of the complete sensory mastery, which we felt would overtake if we were already superior knights."

John continued with an emotional face, "Well."

"But it won't be limited to hollows, but I have to teach you not to overconfidently vaporize brilliance. Excessive chronic minds destroy themselves, and the paths that the capable walk are long after they vaporize."

Locate the water heating room next to the president's office, saying in a slightly bounced tone.

When he found tea and coffee, he reached for coffee after wondering which way to go. I usually decided to have a cup of tea, but I just felt a little different this day. I was choosing one that seemed to have some kind of tense value because of it, trying to make sure I didn't remember to say it yet.

"I've become an educational enthusiast, and well... from now on, those kids might regret it. If we were to compete in the Martial Arts Festival, we would be detained in time, and in the future we would be able to keep an eye on them from the Federation. I'm not free."

Jill said half cold, half serious.

"Everyone understands. Besides, if it harms those kids, I'll deal with it as much as I can."

"Still, in your case, don't carry too much. I'm more oblivious to people than they are."

"These are words that make my ears hurt again"

"On the day after tomorrow, towards neutral countries, a week later, intensive accommodation with other delegates' children. I wish I didn't have teachers and students like the first one Nene told me."

"Right," says Nene, pinching his mouth.

"Among the bureaucrats seconded by the Authority, there are two Westerian personnel. There was another one with me, strong enough, but I hope there's something missing between them... well, it's a 'kid you can do if you do it', and he would have made a good selection of instructors. I was wondering if there was anything to worry about around."

The Neutral Republic of Eizeon, the host country of the Arcadia Knights Martial Arts Festival, has actually opened the facilities for use in the Games from mid-September until the end of October.

During this period of the regular year, the State of Westeria has sent selected representatives to neutral countries for an 'enhanced accommodation' to unite and collaborate with each soldier family.

From Westeria to Eiseon, it takes as fast as a week.

In order to use it for a full period, it has to be counted backwards and departed on September 10th. It is difficult even for a month and a half for stranger soldiers to build and deepen relationships from scratch.

Not to mention if that becomes a much felt adolescent boy and girl, then the business-like relationship is again.

"In order to save time for collaboration, I hear some countries only participate in martial arts festivals with equestrian students? It's true that horseback riding would also be powerful and maneuverable..."

"Some forest compartments have poor scaffolding, so conditions will ravage them as chunks of weakness. One or two every year, there are countries like that. Although there are no examples of winners within the top sixteen... Westeria is generic in that regard, yes, it's balance-oriented, isn't it?

Even so, we cannot speed up the timing of the selection competition.

If we try to devote a lot of time to collaboration, sophomores who are not even advanced at times will be candidates for selection, and their individual powers will be immature and unavailable. It has been decided that the best time for Westerly to hold a selection competition in September is at that time.

As a Westerner, it's a waste of time in a day.

"We will eventually need someone to direct the other nine. We have to identify the qualities of all the delegates and get them elected. Whatever it is, we need to actually see it first..."

I scraped the freshly brewed coffee and John spilled it as he felt it.

"... not much of a taste."

✕

Same day.

Residential neighborhood in the western district of Westerlia, pale in the evening sun.

It was also shabby to be given free time, and Holoro was only delayed by the bare swing of a wooden knife, which was routine. Though I was rather satisfied with these times because of their unbitter nature of authentic training.

"Brother! Let's see what the Westerners can do!

Home garden tip, unquestionably attacked by Ulara, who looks unusual, bright and pleasant.

I don't even think I'm twelve years old. Her talent and prowess, which also has winning experience in physical arts competitions under the age of twelve, is no worse than that of an active training school student, as long as she has just a photon to be a knight.

That's not a futuristic story either, at the moment.

"Hey, wait a minute!?

Holoro was on the defensive side of a sharp assault with a training knife woven around him. Nothing, I wasn't forced, I had plenty of room to fight back, but I was.

It is a game archery that was carried without any foretaste on this day, but he was not on board in the first place.

When I went to a tournament called Ulara, I always came back winning...?

If you even beat your unbeaten sister, you would break your confidence - because you were worried about it because of the awareness that your power outweighed that of Urara.

However, if it is only a unilateral assumption, he will realise that he has been given a grudge.

"I was really close on the way. It's my first game, but was your brother so strong?

"Huh? No, you know, you're getting stronger, you're getting stronger"

"You haven't really done it yet, have you?

"No way..."

Denying and returning, Holoro's eyes swam unconsciously.

"Even though I have a lot of room, your brother won't fight back. You're gonna hate me if you don't do it for real, right? Dinner's supposed to be on its own, right? Are you sure?"

Until about three months ago, he was called a falling out.

The huge photon I was living in couldn't handle the clumsy much either. If no one could tell me, I couldn't be satisfied with one correct bareback gesture. If we played a game, it was just the end of a blow.

"... it was. It was Urara who taught me the importance of serious battles."

Eyelid down and start practicing quietly. It goes with great breathing and deepens the focus for it. So when I filled my body full, I let go of my little temper from opening my eyes.

And he was wrapped in a brilliant blue and white glow in the evening breeze.

It is a technique that is made imperative by advanced knights who are higher than knight chiefs, a figure that brilliantly activated vaporization that brings together the high density and visualization of the life energy that resides within humans.

"Is that it, brother?

"Yeah, I remember... here's the thing"

"I did mean it, but the limit!?

I don't mind the upsetting Urara, or realizing it, Holloro stepped in.

Eventually the sun began to set and the sky softly stained black.

It doesn't end up being archaic after that, and it's not very popular to look at it from the beginning, it's superb here. If you're going to exercise brilliant vaporization on your knight-class opponent. Still, no matter how strong you are, you'll have to say it's no longer inevitable if you do that to a girl who doesn't leave the general domain at best.

"I'm terrible against your brother's idiot, a beautiful twelve-year-old girl"

To Urara, who tries to fool around on the edge, Holloro apologizes peacefully, "I'm sorry."

"... but I didn't think you were this strong. I've heard it from my physics teacher, but brilliant vaporization is so hard, isn't it? So much so that he said he couldn't even do it."

"It's enough to make me wonder."

"Then you did your best, didn't you, brother? I regret losing, but I'm kind of glad"

That was a boring worry......

My attitude toward martial arts in the first place is much more senior to Urara than I am...

I can get it flowing in the water and it's cheap for dinner......

When I finally see Urara laughing, Holoro relieves herself.

Doing so, I had a visitor.

In front of the gateway, Lunaquin is calling him "Senior Holloro" in the first place. Next to this, the mutt is rubbing his eyebrows with a troubled face, and also on the other side, Solquin is pretending to be someone else with a soaked face. The difference between the energy emitted by the former and the temperatures emitted by the latter two would be obvious.

Seeing the three of them in their personal clothes, he got the impression that they were roughly what his personality was.

"I'm sorry to frighten you. Because Lunaquin really is."

"Huh? You weren't wearing a cat until you got here, were you?

Early on as he stepped onto the grounds, Mute and Lunaquin began to sneer.

"Mr. Holloro, I'm really sorry to bother you"

From Solquin, who came barely beside the two to the edge, Holloro was given a meeting. If you look at him alternately, as if he had just finished crossing the hot sand, and their staring at each other, you can't help but work.

I had to be burned by the sparks scattered by the dog monkey maidens, sympathy for such a day.

"Guys, what were you doing today?

"I mean off, me and my sister were hanging out in the city. When I tried to help a girl who was quietly tangled up by face scarers along the way, it was Senior Mute... and then my sister told me that she wanted to see Mr. Holoro, and for some reason she knew the address here."

"... I have a lot to hook you up with, but thanks for coming. Glad to hear it."

Since he went to Tokyo to enroll in training school, Holoro has had no ties to his friends.

Someone visits my home on holiday out of favor. Without those edges, I would have accepted them, but I could have done them if I had, and I'm still happy to make no difference.

This is the same for Urara. I've been concerned about my brother's friendship from day to day, so much so that I cried when I saw the sight of it - this brother's happiness was also this sister's happiness.

"Brother, I had a friend, I'm glad..."

"Ya, stop, don't cry about that, 'cause it makes you sad"

"... right. Supper, why don't you have it eaten?

Holloro, who was in favor of Urara's suggestion, said, "How's everyone?" I took it to the three of us.

"Is that okay? Or your senior sister is adorable! Oh, you can call me sister-in-law!?

"If you like Mr. Holloro, I'll take care of him"

"I was just giving Proinaf some free time, too. Be generous and sweet."

Three people shake their heads vertically.

If they had rented a home in the capital too, they would have been lonely and self-catering when they left, and had no reason to say no. Above all, now that a definite connection was about to sprout, their feelings wanted to be curled up with this blush.

"Shall I get ready with my brother, Urara? There's nothing there, and don't let everyone down."

The day after tomorrow, two people, Hololo and Mute, will leave for the neutral country as representatives of the State of Westerlia. Neither Lunaquin, who brushes his arms in Westerlia as a representative alternate, nor Solquin, who looks to the next while supporting her, are in different places and on the path he aspires to take.

The Arcadia Knight Martial Arts Festival has three months left.