The Imperial Knight Request College of Lucendert dominated the Martial Arts Festival, not least last year, as it did every year.

Luchendart was a territory deeply connected to the emperor, which he could also say was the most loyal and beneficial to the country. Then the heat poured into education was also one of the best in the empire.

There is only one knight training school in this territory where the Federation says it is.

Even though it is - or a boy or girl who wishes to enroll in school will arrive and the conditions will also be more difficult. Sometimes, when bitterly complained about 'talented people are flowing from our territory' from other territories, they often came close to becoming a source of civil unrest.

The point is, that's the only talent we've got, and we don't admit it. Before enrollment, brilliant vaporization is possible. Naturally, one or two of the elementarized photons can be handled and is not uncommon. Finally, it is considered uncommon to have a special photon owner. Some have already served and experienced actual combat.

These students were fundamentally different from those in other countries because of their strength and sentiments.

If there is one territory that stands out in a monarchical state, there is no way other territories can hold their fingers. Flying an anti-flag on the grounds that it is, would just give other territories the material to show loyalty. Then my own territory will also strive to improve its educational skills, and I will be committed to achieving militant festivals.

It weighs heavily on how it can make a difference from other territories and triumphs over the Federation. This was particularly true in recent years, as it would result in the desired result, even if it was incorrect. It's like saying, 'The enemy is in his own country, in the other lords'.

This educational competition is one end that has enhanced the empire's educational abilities.

"... Holy shit. As instructor Nene said earlier. It's a flying story, isn't it?

From above the old round wood bridge in En's garden, lay the bottom shallow pond under his eyes.

After the meeting, Django was in the night breeze with the hollows. Here we talked about everything we know about Lucendato territory. Then I honestly exposed my current mood.

"It's not like I'm unwilling to win. I've decided to play a game, and I'm gonna be hungry. They're all going to have to be defeated. But I don't care what you think, it's too early for us to deal with it right now. The invisible wall on the top in front of me suddenly stood up."

"You mean there are a lot of people with elementarized photons like Mr. Nacolin?

"Last year's record showed that both delegates and alternates, they all did. It's like a meritocratic school style, and half of it's freshman year. No wonder those guys are representing this year... you're not gonna like it, not at all"

"Can we really stop the war?

"Isn't that unusual and weak for you?

What Django knows is the hollows from the selection competition.

Holoro is unknown and natural, such as until then that he was despised for falling, and from the way he works, it would be stranger to think so.

So the words of return are also natural, about myself three months ago.

"... Until then, I couldn't even behave properly. I remain weak all the time. Always worried about something and worried, enough to sneer myself...... you laugh already, don't you?

"You, are you serious?

Nevertheless, it does not seem like a growth that can be expected in three months. Then if there were other factors, it would be the existence that taught and guided him. Since I taught Cialisa, I also realized that if the sixth selection candidates, including myself, were developing their abilities, the advantages and disadvantages of the mentor would be a major part of their growth.

When I finished listening to everything, Django laughed.

"... you don't really have to laugh"

"No, I'm not. It got kind of silly to think hard."

He was remembering why he was standing here now.

The Scadanian family is a family of artists, with no ties or itches to the federal government, the Confederate army, etc.

Our second son was Django.

It became the subject of a painting my parents draw, and whenever I finished it was praised by someone, I felt praised. After repeating this from a young child, a narcissistic temperament formed in him. When it soon grew into an aesthetic form that I recognized with others, it became like a sketchy mask that I couldn't apply my hands to.

- Why do you want to be a knight? Because you look hot on girls!

It is his motive for the goal of a knight. Heaven gave him two things halfway through, or he had just enough photons to enroll in a knight training school, so he made it happen. Though of the student, the knight's path was not as sweet as he thought.

I have no knowledge of battles, I have fewer photons than other students, and only basic physical abilities have prevailed.

Still, he was hard-working, out-of-person and clever.

So it was no worse than a match to decide on a sixth selection candidate, and I was able to compete in a selection competition as a freshman. By this time, I had stopped waving my sword for the original impure motive. I was conscious of how beautiful and noble a knight would be.

Such, at some point, I realize myself for real is the story since I learned about the crisis of meeting and opening a war with Cialisa.

"Well, what are you laughing about?

"Like you said before. Give up and we'll talk. I have one more month. I'm gonna do everything I can and then I'm gonna know who I am, and I'm gonna do it!

I step on my feet with Doshin, and Django grips my fist.

Holoro, who unintentionally gave him confidence, also laughed at him cheering him up like that now.

"Haha!

"Hahaha, uhh!?

Time does not pass, energy is not received, and the old round wood bridge floor drains heavily.

As they fell from their backs into the pond, the blisters rose.

"I did. I forgot something at the bridge. Go ahead."

"Yeah... I'll be waiting in first"

Where had the fever of the heart gone until earlier, the two wet men were completely shriveled and headed for the bath at heavy foot. Django said so and went back.

There is no blame from the inn for failing to maintain Maruki Bridge about its aging. Instead, he made a flat apology and was advised to bathe. On the other hand, it cannot be said that there is no need for those who tread strongly on an ancient bridge. It broke, it was wet, and the pain sharing was going to clear this up.

"Before your body cools badly, let's get in quick"

If you're in a hurry and distracted, you can't even look at the stripper and notice that you have a client.

Take off your shitty and wet yukata and Holoro steps into the bathroom.

Here finally, I saw a figure in the hot smoke where a slightly heated hot spring stood. My legs stopped before I reached the hot tub because that didn't look like much of a man's. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no and gazed at him to see who he was.

He almost stopped his heart.

"Wow!? Why, are you a man's... hey!?

Without clothes, no collar rolls. Everything that was hidden is evident in the light of the bathroom. There was something not in boys, there was nothing to be had, that body was that of a woman no matter how she changed her mind.

Cuno-Fa was a woman.

Cuno, who, by the way, has gone up the hot tub, walks straight up from the front. For some reason I can't feel any sign of shame in my attitude or even of hiding it. From the first physical appearance I have seen, Holoro cannot be distracted. Just turn back and get something good, just a little more! I can't resist the unconscious troubles that

"I don't want you to tell anyone."

Endlessly desired in a single tone.

I can't even think of a word to give it back, and Hollow snorts desperately to show it.

"... Stopping fee"

But I was anxious, or from the cuno I thought silently with my finger on the tip of my jaw, I turn my arm around my head in a fuzzy flash. It gets dark in front of me. I feel soft when my cheeks don't even get it.

"Mmm-hmm!?

Holoro went up completely. When I was able to loosen the tightness of my arm, I fell on my back to the floor of the bathroom. When her consciousness was distant in her dreams, she could see how she was grating.

"You kept me waiting, Hollow. No, you had terrible eyes, didn't you?

Just a distressed and hasty voice of Django was heard from the stripper.

Cuno, who walked back and forth between you and your feet and your gaze, immediately stopped showing signs. He leaps without a single footstep and escapes over the bamboo walls into women's water. I went back to the men's water because I misplaced it with him and jumped into the stripper. Without being noticed, she made a brilliant covert move and ran away.

"Let's just rinse it off and fall asleep...... whoa, what's up!?

Having seen the scene left behind, Django rushed over to Hollow eating his face.

I have no idea what happened to him as he ascends with a smile that makes him happy. However, there was something that caught my eye more than reasoning about the end of things like that.

It's his groin lying down, loud and loud.

He felt his confidence crushed.

"Then, stupid, holy crap...... Divine Tree Size," he said!?