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

The screams of the boys and girls were dedicated to the abandoned neighborhood at dusk.

A fellow girl named Iris beats me to the exterior wall of the building more and more. If I can hold my neck with my forearm as it is, I can't breathe. I understand the resistance is mundane, but I can't die of misty suffocation, but when I get stuck with a short-knife in my eyeball, I'm deprived of even more freedom.

When they laughed elegantly at these, Lolopiara feared her presence again.

"These glossy brunettes, these beautiful faces, and these golden eyes... oh this is all, you'll always be beautiful to see. If I hadn't been a student at the school, I'd have stopped your breath right now."

"Ah, Iris, undo, go back..."

I don't know what applause their emotions escalate and their aspirations will be fulfilled. It is only if there is actually a precedent that this seems to be the case, if it is seen and known directly in its eyes.

"Oh pity, pity, pity, isn't it? I can't defeat one of the nine of you. Now I can't even feel the dust on the strong signs that would satisfy me like him, such as naming Representative Lucendert. I'm bored. I'm bored. I'm bored."

Eight full-blown boys and girls, some groaned in anguish, and some have already lost their minds and fallen - Eilees, who groans them with cold eyes, rhymes and says off like he reads a dialogue on stage.

No one could say it back, and she continued to grin cold the way she sneered.

"Hehe... let's just kill him already?

I close my eyes tightly and observe that I can't do it anymore, but nothing ever happened. On the contrary, Lolopiara learned the feeling that the force exerted on her neck kept moving away. Right after that, smack your tongue in small;

"It's always a hustle in my head...... yes, yes, I get it. It's gone."

I could hear myself talking to someone, fed up. When I opened my thin eyes to make sure, I could see Isles like that, with the hair string I had removed from my pocket tying up the sleaze and hair.

From the look on the face of the person who finished it, you can instantly lose your elegance. The eyelids open wide and become four white eyes, and the corners of the mouth hang wide and spread. Its thin and laughing shapes are probably exhausted in a creepy word, which the weak-minded can't help but turn a blind eye to.

Lolopiara was relieved by her transformation.

"... sorry. I can't believe you're forcibly taking the lead."

"On the table...... he came back. My liver just got cold today."

From the hard-working Iries, Lolopiara is embraced with gentle hands.

With her sticky voice in her ear, I finally got a real sense that her life pulse was connected. Also, this was something I could tell the other eight. The angel-faced demon disappeared and the devil-faced angel appeared, they felt the change in Irise that way.

"I'm really sorry about you guys all the time...... really"

"That's enough. It's the usual. I'm fine. Everyone's alive."

I said and smiled. In tune with Lolopiara, the conscious delegates overlap their voices.

'Well... here's the thing'

'Yeah, yeah. More or less, do a nine-on-one mock fight. Here we go, huh? You can see it's better in the back. "

'Yikes,' he said, 'I'm definitely just too strong for the Iries. That's just the best grade in history. "

'I think it's good to be on your side, heartfelt. If it were an enemy... it would be frightening to think about it'

Forgive the person who tried to kill themselves - they weren't as tolerant from the beginning to this point either. Over the same time, I learned a little bit about the situation and deepened my understanding, so I could do that. Instead, their anger is directed at their own weakness, which cannot control her rampage.

So Iris, I regret it extra.

"I don't resent myself like this..."

A few years ago, the Empire had a secret with a ten percent chance of assassination success.

She was only a girl under ten. He was expected to have the ability to be born, forced to train harshly and repeatedly assassinated with fear of murder. It was harder to fail when the two went hand in hand: the alertness of the opponent, his talent for assassination. Every time the results improved, the mind had an unusual load.

By the time the spirit was about to collapse, the personality behind it was formed to prevent it.

This personality had a homicidal preference so that no matter how many murders he committed, his heart would not be broken. Adorable tricks, calm waist remembered, even no more signs of failure. He stood behind an empire where the struggle for power in time was also fierce, and hoped for the words of the powerful himself, in the hands of young and old alike.

This went on so long that I don't remember that number either.

Eventually, the personality of the table could no longer be seen. I shared my memories with the personality behind me, so if my personality went back to normal, I ended up loaded on my mind. It's not my place, I'm nothing wrong, I couldn't think of it so disconnected. I didn't want to think about it.

Stop assassinating me, I'm in a position where they can't take hostages. Self-harm is inhibited by the personality behind it. We can't overlook the target of the assassination because we also have surveillance. When I was worried about how I could naturally fail to assassinate, a certain turning point came - when I learned that the reason I should continue to assassinate was that the hostages no longer existed.

Plan an assassination of a powerful man who has been deceiving himself for so long.

An opponent fearing his own death asked the Imperial Army to escort a large unit. But she did not take this as an assassination, but rather demonstrated the combat skills she had developed so far. Together at this time, I knew that I was worthless as an assassin.

If they could recognize themselves as dangerous at a glance...

"... now are the days to be watched within the training college, but only this happiness at all costs"

"Still, isn't it somewhat more active back there?

I said approximate the grunted Iries, as Lolopiara recalled.

"Oh... there were some federal kids at one point in the square, weren't there?

"Speaking of which, there was something... so?

"I hear you found a boy in there who cares. Hiccup. I'm interested, too."

"Isn't it unusual that you... What was she like?

Eilees jokes and answers Lololopiara, who prys with a scorching face.

"A child who could change the world in which eagles live."