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

December 7th.

In the sky of Draciera, the capital of the Republic of Eizeon, a pleasant blue spreads.

The season on the calendar was in winter and the temperatures in the capital were dropping. Nevertheless, temperatures are higher than in winter in other countries, and even if you look at the people on the roadside, only cold protection measures are taken to such an extent that you wear a single piece of thick clothing.

Travelers who have come from the cold will be able to cross the winter even while still dressed in autumn.

At this time of year the trees of the capital begin to leaf and deciduous. Here the culture of living on the bridged great trees is rooted - the capital in nature is dyed red, as a dwelling through the great trees.

Its beauty was hailed as spectacular, and it also helped attract more tourists to the martial arts festival.

Approximately a month had now passed since the fortified accommodation was held in the land.

Western representatives reunite at Draciera International Airport. They didn't get together in their country because before the militant festival nagging, they were taking students for granted.

The federal government's time to complete graduation credits for the Knights Training School had been oppressed by participation in selection competitions, intensive accommodation, and militant festivals.

Just because you are a representative, you will not be given special treatment in relation to it.

"Vagina, is that you, Shota?... Something's wrong with how you see it?

The corner of the airport lobby where we scheduled the rendezvous already has all the facial blemishes we've seen.

The faces of the third knight training school, which was the last arrival, were found on their way to the meeting point, to Bridgecca, who was paying attention to the surrounding area. That prompted the arrival of other instructors and students.

At this time, the apparent change in the hollow became the subject of discussion.

The height, which was lower than anyone else in the delegate, had grown above average to the point of approaching the long Django.

The pristine face that made me think of him as a good young man looked as gentle as ever. Successful bodies, where everything extra meat was shredded, also appeared to be in the ideal shape to be envied as knights.

I can't imagine it from what it looked like to be a small animal before, it was a growth that was too many degrees in a month.

"Um, is my eye crazy? I have the impression that it's gotten rough."

"... who?

"But even though I feel the shadow remains?

"Ha, ha. I guess he became a man too. Don't be surprised."

"The disciple says he looks like a teacher, but no way"

"I'm sure I'll grow up to be a good man. Not as good as Master Bojan, but ugh."

Nacolin stares to make sure. I suspect Cuno is not someone else. Tihania denies it compared to what she thinks. Bojan laughs out loud.

Become skeptical while Wattrod correctly positions his glasses. Gorandol looks sideways at Bojan and twists his hips.

Each thoughtfully speaks about the change in hollows.

"Hollow, it's been a long time! I've gotten a lot bigger without looking at it."

As he waited for a reunion, Django reached out to shake his hand with a delightful face.

"It's been a really long time. It starts to grow so suddenly that I'm surprised, too."

Holoro, who took that hand, cheeks with the opposite hand looking illuminated.

I have someone I can call my friend. What a good thing...

Seeing such delegates by his side, John was feeling warmth behind his chest. I understood it wasn't about me, but it also seemed like me, and I remembered my emotions.

"Dear John, long time no see"

Ask Cialisa, who came first out of the circle of instructors, to pay a careful greeting.

"Oh, Lord Cialisa. Looking good."

"Ah, Mr. Cialisa. Wasn't that a riot before?

John tried to return the greeting, and Nene pushed him beyond.

This was a huge outburst before - her words referred to the 'mix-up incident' that took place at the banquet table on the last day of her stay. If I correct the original, I can't tell you which is worse, it was caused by a slight blur.

Still, the parties do not give way to their opponents as having fallacies, and although good adults cannot argue with their children at present, so they have also decided to settle.

I'm still lumpy because it's only 'I'm deciding what I did'.

"Which story are you talking about?

"I don't like it. Have you forgotten yet?

"Which story are you talking about?

"That's it. Mr. Cialisa took off her clothes in a drunken mess..."

"Huh? Which story are you talking about?

The two keep making a smile, and all the talking gets stronger.

Feeling unwilling to sneak up on the untouched God, John stood back and watched without pinching his mouth. That's how I was, and I saw Piconis interrupting between them.

I couldn't help but pay attention to her when that look that turned my gaze on Nene seemed like a terrible, magical face.

"Nene, how are you? Are you still listening?

"Piconis...... it's been a long time. It's a rare face for you, what's wrong?

"Are you kidding? Why don't you just relax and listen to me, okay? Actually..."

The continuation of Piconis' words is conveyed by ear punching.

When I finish listening, I happen to look pale, and Nene reveals her upset.

"Oh, no. My uncle... is my uncle safe?

"I took my life away. But he got stabbed in a nasty spot, and now he's being treated in a military hospital."

"... piconis. What is your uncle's military hospital?"

"I thought I'd tell you, I'll arrange a carriage to the airport. You can still go now."

John continues to be asked by Piconis, who tells Nene about the street.

"Instructor John. Evil can't be evil. Can you accompany Nene? Students don't want to see this."

"Okay. Let me handle it."

×

When the sun began to tilt.

In the individual hospital room on the high floor of the military hospital in Draciera, a single thin blackout curtain was separated by a sheer sheen of sunshine.

Its bright or dark, illuminated by exquisite light, the space looked warm and beautiful, in conjunction with a wooden interior decorated only slightly.

I woke up here. Dougbalm felt blurry and signs of people by his side.

Just look there while lying on the sleeping table. Before I could be sure that way, I was thinly aware of who they were. Sometimes it's debilitating now, and it took me a little doubt about my senses.

"... aren't you going to do it?

A secret to wear a disastrously patterned mask, sitting by the bedside.

Its right hand grips the knife backwards and is still trying to shake it down impulsively. My left hand is trying desperately to hold onto me by holding onto my powerful right arm. From the back of the mask, I hear a slight leak in rough breath.

There will be a distorted look hidden in the grid, which makes him think so.

In a situation where he could possibly be killed, Dougbalm inquired without moving one eyebrow.

"I still have trouble getting killed. But I wish you weren't here..."

The voice of the man echoing from the back of the mask was felt calmly on the back of his back with such an attitude.

"You could have done it at any time. I should have thought of that."

"If you had made a mistake, you wouldn't have had to hesitate."

"The dog is adorable...... he's right. You're a man of honor, too."

"That's right. This is my in-laws. And it's done... you're not my lord anymore"

The hidden right hand finally regained his composure and nostalgic for the short knife he had erected.

Hidden under this common name of 'Utsuro' was a direct report of Dougbalm.

Sometimes as a bridge between Dougbalm and Camurios, as a spy who explores the inner details of Divine Tree religion, as a thief who disrupts the order of the world, he has accomplished his task as ordered.

And with the recent massacre of senior officials as his last assignment, he was finishing his contract with Dougbalm at the dawn of its completion.

I mean, now Utsuro is no longer one of his men.

"You did a good job to the end"

"Don't get me wrong. Not for you."

In setting up a place to socialize, Dougbalm had ordered Utsuro beforehand.

"Strike yourself to the point where you will not die, in the presence of the eyes of everyone in that place."

Being in the venue on the day of the massacre was dominated by high-ranking officials working in corruption in the Federation and the Empire.

Senior officials invited were selected and divided by the Authority's information network. That was, for one thing, to annihilate humans that would stand in the way of Eizeon in the future.

In doing so, the imperial man was tailored as the work of the empire, especially through raids that avoided the Laterios. Originally, it was made to look that way by federal and neutral officials, even if it wasn't necessarily the work of the Empire.

"The credibility of a neutral country has also been greatly diminished, but human beings in the way of peace have been able to put an end to it. Plus pushing the Empire. Sooner or later, the Empire and the Federation will have a war to wage... with Iseon's grief ahead"

That's what Dougbalm said in retrospect of the night that forced Utsuro to raid.

Even if there are criticisms of neutral countries from various countries, they are small voices. From officials who were burning their hands at high-ranking officials who worked in corruption, the massacre is a blue-teen thunderbolt.

I'm not happy with someone's death, but I was fortunate to have the opportunity to push for reform.

By now, are national personnel screaming too......

Imagine how each country is struggling with organizational formation.

"At the end of that grief, have that painful future... and I will curse you to death from the afterlife"

Utsuro's right eye shines rainbow, peeking into the gap in the mask's eye area. The words that came with it were low, cold, amusing, and ready rhymes.

"... even if I try to promise. I'll take the best care of her."

Words echo in the room and disappear, just as signs of someone approaching.

While I was glancing at the entrance door, Utsuro's appearance had disappeared from the hospital room. The window by his side had been opened to take in the breeze that soaked the blackout curtain. It was a farewell with no aftertaste.

With a slightly residual look, Dougbalm looked out the window.

"Uncle, I was worried. Heard you got caught in a thief raid and stabbed."

"No, I worried. But it's been a long time. Your face is starting to look like your sister."

"Your uncle hasn't changed much."

Dougbalm greeted Nene with a smile as she rushed into the hospital room.

A conversation that doesn't seem like a conversation between a right-hand man who heads the administration and a single station member - it's only permissible if these two are in the same pattern as my uncle and niece.

To avoid buying jealousy from the surroundings, this fact is laid low except by some of the parties involved. Even if you are gaining a position with strength, it must be a misleading edge.

So much time to miss the reunion that Dougbalm was aware of John, whom his niece had brought.

"... I see. Dear Alan-Smithy,"

A flamboyant expression is backwards, and his eyes have a wonderful look. Seeing those characteristics, Dougbalm asked John. I was so sure that I would be sure of this first.

"I now call myself John Smith. Well, you gave me this now, Jen? I'm supposed to be responsible, but I'm still grateful."

"Thank you for coming to such a place... my niece, Nene, is taking care of you"

"Terrible. I can't imagine more than her."

Words don't make sense. But that's an easier impression to talk to than he is......

Spent time with John and the others comparing conversations with the example guests.

In explaining how it had been so far, Dougbalm lay low on many things.

From the beginning, Alan was planning to drink Shizuku the Divine Tree, the extremist Divine Tree riots were dared to be overlooked, the real reason he was transported to a military hospital - and many other things, he lay low and told only the information he could get from an objective point of view.

Picking the words carefully, he never wore them out either.

"Uncle, that was tough."

Swallow the words as you hear them, and Nene reveals sympathy.

On the other hand, John was uncomfortable. There is consistency in the answers to each and every one of those questions without the appearance of turbidity. But the attitude and tricks of Dougbalm dealing with him did not come to his senses.

It's been six months since I've been young, but I'm going to have seen quite a few people......

I feel some old signs about this person. of the powerful who lived in those days, similar to that......