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

After dinner, Holoro and Django were in the lounge making a mockery.

"Women's level is high, my groin can't wait to react, what do I do?

"Haha. Mr. Django, you can never say that in front of a girl, can you?... but I could be really happy that all the girls are cute... all the more so because I've never had this opportunity before"

The two have had a good relationship since they met at the selection competition.

For Holoro, a boy named Django was the first friend I had ever found myself with and was hard to let go of. For Django, by contrast, a man named Holoro was a simple friend, small or large, of a kind that had never been involved before.

In common again, we also found it interesting to be together.

"But that's it, isn't it? Apart from boys and girls, I don't feel like we can get along very well. I feel like I can't get out of the way of others. I haven't been deeply involved yet, so to speak, until then. I feel something different... I'm building a wall somewhere too"

Django roars small, even deep into the lounge couch.

I couldn't keep up with my understanding. Holoro said, "What wall?" I made sure.

"Believe me, those are the guys I can leave my back to? Holy shit. If you think so, your legs stop before you speak up. No, of course I believe in hollows. than anyone else in the delegates. But that's because I know how strong you are. Especially when it comes to the mind…"

"In short," he continued in a state of spiciness.

"I don't know how many people who have won other selections understand what it means to be a delegate this year and how much they think... that's the honest feeling how many instructors have told me 'everyone knows what's going on' and so on. Besides, I'm not the only one here. What's the matter now?

- My feelings will not be communicated to you, neither will yours.

- I'm sorry, but I don't know the answer. But you'll think about it.

Talking, Holoro blurred back at the two words.

I wonder what that kid thought then and said that...

I don't know the answer yet. Maybe there's no answer...

I heard Django's description and he's still healthy.

"But I'm sure you shouldn't give up."

"... you look different from us."

It makes me laugh, but it doesn't feel ridiculed.

Because his feelings were communicated to Django, Holloro expected from his condition. The words of the example are never undeniable, just feel enough to figure it out and make your mind bounce.

'Excuse me. Are you Master Holloro-Fiodiante?

Continuing to bicker, the receptionist at Fufu Inn spoke to me. I didn't remember making a promise to anyone. I was surprised, but anyway, Holoro said, "Really?" I heard the requirements.

'I see a customer, how would you like it?

Following the receptionist's gaze, there is one man at the entrance.

of dark green hair cut off at the shoulders - fourth place in the Divine Tree sequence, it was Royles, a witch's squire. His face-to-face with him was one-sided, and now he too is a common man's outfit, so Holloro had no reason to know that either.

"Is that? That hair color...... sorry, Django, can I take it off a little bit?

"I don't know what it is, but come on."

But for Royles' hair color, I remember. Holoro, who could no longer stay or stand, put a no in Django. When I got the pleasure, I left my seat and poked my face at him at the entrance.

"... sorry for the night. I'd like to talk to you outside, would you give me a moment?

Is this a bad story here? I don't know, I still care......

Tell Django, who waits in the lounge for the subject, to gesture and take him outside Royles and the inn.

En's garden with a different atmosphere from noon.

The lights along the road, permeable to the hot air that can stand through the side ditches, illuminate the area fantastically. There is a geometrically flying stone-running lawn spread, a pond stretched with a round wood bridge in the back, and a resting place at one corner where you can calm down. The figure, while functional, is very beautiful.

In this place, which is now less popular, Holoro opened his horrible mouth.

"Um, could it be Mint......, is that your family?

"The color of your hair? That's my sister. I just said something I had no heart for and I was in a bad mood. I was going to say a word to you today. [M] My sister took care of me, thank you"

Royles bows his head firmly.

"That means Mr. Mint was able to get back home safely, right?

"Thanks to you...... I'm Royles. After that, I relied on your name, rude, but let me look into it. Like, a representative federal student? I see... I feel strong signs from you when I get close. Then there is no evil of fine dust. Apparently it was free goodwill."

Praised and illuminated, Hollor laughed bitterly, "It's a buyout," he said.

"Actually, I have a sister about the same age, and I hope I got some feelings... I couldn't leave her alone. But I'm relieved. Because I was a little concerned."

"Right...... sorry. Sometimes from your eyes, what did you think of that one?

"Is that Mr. Mint? Right...... I was very ambitious and felt strange to be around. And I don't know what to say, but sometimes it seemed impossible."

Looking backwards when I heard it, Royles laid his eyes down.

"That one was in a slightly special position… I grew up with a special education from an early age. Studies that can make it thirteen and graduate from the National University as president, and the sensitivity to discern any art. The price I paid for all the platter time I wanted to play was to lose the heart to express it like a child"

True, I didn't remember seeing the look of this...

So much for nothing compared to Urara of the same age. You stayed watching...

Knowing one end of the story, Holoro has lost the word to return it.

"So as my brother, I want to save that one..."

Royles, who shrugged and looked back, left word at the end.

"Fiodiante. Stay away from the square tomorrow if you can...... then I suppose to go. Excuse me again for the night."

Royles' back, distant, was felt with some determination.

A week has passed since we crossed into Iseon.

Beginning with an incident in the Square of the Divine Tree, he meets a strange girl and meets the face of a representative - a knight who is obsessed but gentle does not stop walking. On the other hand, the extremists of the Divine Tree were about to make a move. When the tranquillity of a neutral country was threatened by the great malice dared to be overlooked on the right head, it was imminent in stages….