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

I found out it was my brother who gave himself a name when I was five.

- Eight years ago.

On the evening of the death of my predecessor, the witch of the Divine Tree, I had an unexplained high fever and was transported to the hospital. The only thing that turned out there was that the photon of the tree soul expressed itself to me.

After a few days, the healed fever would have been a side effect, awakening the forces that were born potentially in my body.

My parents and brother, who found out about this fact, were puzzled.

Dark green hair, a condition of witches, although rare indeed, so did my father, and so did my brother. Asked, there are many others in the country, not many, but countless fingerfolds, apparently.

So neither did my kinsman relatives think that such power resided in me.

It was less than a week after expression.

A Divine Tree man visited with a great deal of money, and did not cross the laying of the house, and said first and foremost.

"Please turn your sons into the new witches of our Order..."

I became a witch.

The only person who spoke out against it was my brother. But even so, the opinion of a twelve-year-old boy can only be accepted as a waste of children if he grows up.

However, they took care not to rot afterwards, and my brother managed to get a three-day respite. Now I think this may have made my brother make some kind of decision.

"I... am frightened. Someday I'll change my name..."

"... it's okay. I'm the only one who remembers that everyone forgot your name changed. Oh, my God, I gave you your name. It's my favorite plant, you know? You smell good, don't you?

"... really?

"Of course. Besides, I'm not gonna let you be alone. How great you've become, so that you can be by your side, so that you can be strong... and I will be."

The night we talked about it, I moved to Zeon's cathedral.

For five years, time went on to acquire the ability to carry the weight of a witch.

Until the attack, education was sometimes handicapped because they were treated as ordinary people. I couldn't help but be frustrated by the words my brother uttered that night.

Sometimes when learning and arts surpassed the average adult in the world to be objective, I thought so, even though it was a child's word of mouth, self-satisfaction, strength...

Still, I believed hard, so when my brother really showed up before me as a squire, I was happy.

Together, I deplored the weight of my position.

"Stay..."

"... Dear Milfint, I will now serve you, my name is Royles"

Brother, I swallowed the voice I called for. I swallowed it and spoke as if I were someone else.

Later on, I heard he was heavily trained to make active military personnel want to escape. And he was neglected, jealous, defamed of his identity as the witch's brother... and lonely for five or five years...

- For whom, for what, did you call it by that name?

I know that, so, I don't know. I don't even want to know.

Whether it was a long five years apart or a long three years together, the cold subordination was also about the board, and now, that has become commonplace.

If I realized, I couldn't even feel how my brother felt or how he looked at me.

I'm glad you're feeling that way, and I'm sad if you're feeling this way... you know, this, this, whatever... I just have to imagine.

You can stay like this for the rest of your life, as a witch. You can stay, just one more time, to your brother......

However, that was it...

Someone's spoken voice stimulates the consciousness of the sleeping mint.

The dull sound of those two hitting each other in the head had reached Mint's ears, about fifty medas away. The way one little boy, the other long-sleeved young man, was played and fell, was also in her eyes.

A boy I was only with a little about a week ago, my own brother I can't go wrong with seeing......

"Royles... besides, are you...?

Holoro picked up Mint's slight voice with a complete sensation. For a week, those sad voices and words couldn't leave about her ears, so maybe she was unconsciously looking for her voice.

"Mint! Are you okay?

Pull out the straight sword that stabbed him in the shoulder, and Holoro delivers his voice.

"You, yes, I just... why are you here?

"Don't say such sad things about not being able to convey your feelings!

"What did you say... no way? Just mind one of those words?

The altar is about two adults high from the cobblestone, and if you were on top of this, you could see what the square was like, so Mint figured it out. So I didn't know why I even came to a place like this.

"Until you look like that, to say it, on purpose? … it's a stupid story"

"Mint, your feelings are conveyed properly!

".................. please stop"

"No matter how long it takes, no matter how screwed up, it's going to get through right!

"I don't want to hear any more, please don't..."

"I'm sure people can think of people and be nice because they can't see how they feel! I wanted to tell you that! So please don't despair of people!

The words sounded like children's bullshit.

Well, that sounded like a word I've always wanted someone to assure me.

"Deceive me! Isn't that just the convenient side of the interpretation of something like that!

Mint breathes like you forgot me.

"Because no one can see their feelings, people deceive people, people get jealous in the shadows of people, people wear people's skins and do things that don't seem like what people do like those parents... isn't what you're saying and other things beautiful!? Then... what the hell was I supposed to do as a person who shouldn't have said such a beautiful thing, us brothers and sisters? If I can honestly say everything, if I can do it with my heart..."

I was hearing this with the thought of Royles ripping his chest off.

"I'm glad I stayed a witch. I just, again, wanted you to call me by my name... I can't even tell you how I feel anymore, I can't go back to that time..."

"... Still, I hope you don't give up. If I give up, it stays that way. Even your brother thinks so much of you that he does this. Without words or gestures, it's natural not to convey them, don't be greedy about ten feelings at a time, just take care of them one at a time, and be honest with them."

Holoro wishes on his sister and appeals to his brother.

"Mint said. No one else, your sister."

"I, I..."

"... Mr. Royles"

The heavy mouth finally opened.

"I wanted you to be sweeter... I saw you reunited, I saw you accept the loss of childhood, my thoughts swallowed. I couldn't have made you say those words and listen to me after five years of waiting. But someday, someday, I was wondering if you would give me a weak voice... and yet, you've embraced me, and I've become someone I can already embrace"

Wake up your body on your back and Royles will tremble your voice.

"As I watched you behave like a temperament, my thoughts went paralyzed. When I told myself to watch, I felt good in my ear, and I was trapped from myself because of my identity... and I ran away to make it easier."

And clearly, the name was called.

"Mint...... sorry. Just one more time if you'll forgive me, laugh by my side... I don't know how much time this is going to take, but... again, be my brother and sister"

"... brother... brother"

If you look at the tears that conveyed Mint's cheeks, you don't even have to be sure anymore, whether they convey feelings or not. Holoro heard the words this sibling exchanged, and then he wanted to see Urara's face asexually.

I'm somewhat nearby, though I always tend to forget...

Urara is taking a good look at me, and you realize it...

When I get home, I'll say thank you......

He gave his thoughts to his sister, who was supposed to be breakfast in Westerlia by now.

"Lo, roilzwoo! What are you doing? Ugh!?

But the story didn't just roll to the better.

"I told you to immerse yourself in sentiment after you do what you do!?

With a frightened and irritating voice, the roots of all evil watered down. It was Makanov who had been interfering with Mint's photons until now by controlling the device on the altar with the operating table below.

Since the appearance of Confederate and Imperial students, the number of woodworkers also falls below two thousand at this point.

The Neutral Army also gained momentum, and Royles, who was a guardian, was also defeated. In addition, the offensive and defensive power of the formation itself also dropped because of the blowing of the interfering aftermath between the two, such as cannons, stone throwers and fences. The situation on the extremist side was more obvious than seeing fire.

It is a rebellion against the country. If you end up failing, you will not be spared the death penalty of the mastermind.

"That guy manipulated Mint's photon... and I'll make him stop, like this!

Brilliant, Holoro stares at Makanov.

"Hih... Lo, Roilzhuuu, won't you stop him? Ahhh!?

"That's it, Makanov... I have no reason to fight anymore"

"Roilzwoo!? Kuh, it's useless... if this happens"

A limited number of Makanov rushes up the altar stairs, poking a dagger at an impenetrable mint - showing off, Holoro stomped. Royles also lacked peace.

"Makanov, you......!?

I shouldn't have done that. Makanov, who decides she deserves to be a hostage, often laughs.

A lowly voice barked and scattered all over the square.

"Fuhihahahahahahaha, yes, don't come near me, my dear! Oh, if you guys want to get closer, this little girl's cute face is a mess -"

Before I could tell, by the way, there was an anomaly.

A hand with a dagger to poke at falls to his feet. A thin branch, like a tentacle, which grew suddenly from the trunk of the Divine Tree, waved with a disastrous black brilliance. On the verge of screaming at this pain, as if to say, the tentacles splashed Makanov's neck.

It rains bright red blood and a fat body collapses into a whirlpool.

"What... No, no, no!

In the meantime, it looked like Mint was calling on the Divine Tree.

Countless tentacles folded and wrapped her body in a sphere. The outer shell, which summed up a brilliance similar to that of the tentacles, unleashed an anger that kept many away. No matter how many voices you turn there, you don't hear anything.

Another anomaly occurred. Two thousand woodworkers, who were grumpy, collapsed like a puppet with a broken thread. The silence that the threat visited in silence was still that before the storm.

And three black woodsmen shall be brought down on the altar.

A photon of a tree soul was about to wield a true fierceness.