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

"And you're a bad liar, aren't you?

"... based on what?

In the Great Hall of the Old Cathedral of the Divine Tree on the outskirts, the flat voices of Ivan and Utsuro, waiting for that time, which was already to be visited, alternated with an interruption.

I've been stuck in an empty room in the living quarters since yesterday, and there was no mute here.

"You know a little bit about the qualifiers."

"... I think I've figured everything out. frustrating."

"What's the point of purposefully trying to trace an unpleasant future?

"To make sure it's altered. Repeat if it is not a branch on the way to deterioration. It's also unlikely."

"But isn't it meaningless that the first thing you change is the darkness again?

"That's all for luck."

"Was it a contender... how do you interpret your right eye?

"I'll ask you that first."

"... I listened to you and was convinced of the latter whether the example poem indicated the existence of the Twelve or the same existence. It is still in the realm of absurdity by way of hypothesis, but I see that a qualifier is - a being in which one being is divided into twelve. If so, I can explain your right eye."

Ivan continues to ask Utsuro, who was listening.

"That right eye is normal for an example boy or me, right?

"And there's no trial I could use for myself"

"Suppose you find a stone to stumble yourself in front of. Keep it that way? Or avoid it?

"What are you trying to say?

"You are on the verge of changing the future. I wonder why?

"... you think you're changing your future?

"It's only my interpretation. It's not a pelican thing. Neither that nor I have a complete grasp... whatever that thing is up to, I don't know who I am, but it's not what I found out in the first place. I hear this guy is always making a mistake, but peace between the Empire and the Federation? Going for the North Pole? You thought that was my purpose?... approximate."

Ivan, who was feeling angry, raised his mouth gladly when he felt 'it' though. He also laughed a little like he floated and was spooked by an utter that he hadn't noticed yet.

Still, he couldn't contain the emotions that sprang up from the inside of his body.

"He's a creepy man"

"- Ha. You don't get it."

"What?

It is still at a distance that cannot be felt by the utter sensation of the utter.

"Wake up my daughter. We're already there."

Saying, Ivan gets what he was standing against the wall by his side.

The blade crossing is about one arm, the width of the hand is about flat, and the one-blade body is flat and thick. It is shaped with a pattern on the peak and has a sharp blade that extends from the body to the part that serves as a fist guard.

Neither the sword nor the knife could be called. It existed there in black and white, in isomorphic and heterogeneous colors.

"Which... shall I say hello to you"

groaned in a mean looking voice. Ivan quietly worked out a photon.

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Shake an anonymous knife and borrow only one quick horse to schedule it.

John, with a hollow in his saddle, first visited an example cemetery in the suburbs.

I sharpened my senses completely and tried to push Photon to the limit to find a mute's place from there. But what I felt was something very different, something very big.

"... what!?

No way, what are these signs...?

John turns his eyes round to the feeling of being stabbed through his body.

"Yikes... now there are signs of a very large photon..."

John had not been able to see or hear how Hollow was reacting similarly.

Photon with a gentle wavelength, always with some emotion. It's never going to be forgotten, the overwhelming power in old memories - all too much consciousness was directed at it.

"... is that what happened?

So murmured John, tying his mouth to the letter. On the way to a direction where there were signs of it, Hollow asked me several times, but I couldn't answer.

I was at my best about myself to calm my deliberate mind, and still couldn't change that until I ended up there.

Of the old cathedral that soars in the woods, descend the horse a little in front of it.

As he guards the area, John slowly takes Hollow with him. There's someone right at the entrance that you can see in the front - to see whose sign it was that you were feeling, and then proceed to that dark entrance hall to make sure.

I lowered my unique twisted sword to my waist and there was a man I remember.

"I've been waiting for this moment."

I am sure when I hear a man speak out.

John, who stopped his leg in between twenty medas, inadvertently put force into his left hand gripping the sheath.

"Gadinoa-Lumiops...... did you live?

"... I now call myself Ivan. As you call yourself John."

I smile that I may have overlooked and make my voice play slightly.

Such Ivan's gaze shifted to Holoro, who stood next to John. From its top of the head to its toes, the focus, which went back and forth in a way that was to be determined somewhere, was matched by a beauty under the moon to stop the movement.

"It's the knife Vern struck.... you gave it to me?

"Now I must deserve more than I have"

A lightly erupted Ivan shifts his gaze to Hollow once now.

"Deserve it, or... boy. My daughter is upstairs. Let's go."

I can turn a bewildered look from a half-hearted hollow as to whether I should truly take the word. John nodded as he looked to Ivan. Had I known it wasn't an arrangement that would have invited unintentional strikes with falsehood, I wouldn't have gotten lost.

"Okay. I'm going first."

With such footsteps as fear, Holoro goes through Ivan's side to the back.

At the wrong time, there was a small voice that said, "Sometimes a boy".

"Treat that knife as important as you can."

I don't know the intent of the words, but now I don't want to go on without stopping my steps.

A hollow with its feet on the spiral staircase without a trace goes straight up to the invisible hierarchy. John, who remains in the entrance hall, did not take his gaze off Ivan even for a moment during that time.

I couldn't have taken it off.

Seventy years ago, the man who was supposed to have killed him smiled at me.

"At that time... I did, I suppose, put your lord down?

"No, I'm stunned. His breath stopped once, but he blew it back after a while.... That Shizukuishi of the Divine Tree is amazing. I didn't know the body with the limb defect was going back to normal."

"That too. Why is your lord drinking too?

"That's all we talked about with a white blade. It wouldn't be a good idea to be alone, would it?

Ivan's words and actions did not fall, and John had a crease between his eyebrows.

"... the purpose of retaliation against me?

It would be hard to say how Ivan is just choosing words when asked for a purpose and allowed to have a time.

It is an attitude that is immersed in sentiment, as if you are reluctant to speak in haste, as if you are putting your thoughts to a different time than today.

The silence that so arose was eventually broken with a voice that was neither heavy nor light.

"In front of me, in your arms, Vern fell asleep"

Reminded of a moment, John pushes silently with the thought of being able to tighten his chest.

"We were asked to live. You're the one who made it happen. Couldn't make it happen. I'm dead - I should have.... No, I'm not willing to retaliate. I'm not that simple of a man either. Just forgive me."

On the right is the right hip, on the left is the left hip, and Ivan's hands are rested backwards on a double-sword pattern. Slightly lowered in posture, its body gathers a sense of relaxed brilliance reminiscent of the raging ocean plains.

To see that, I'm going to set it up now, I said to myself.

"But I'm not bluffing.... Want to play a little with this sword emperor's twin swords?

The instant of the word buttocks, fleshly slashed down to the nearest distance of 1 Meida.

With the same degree of brilliance, John will focus on preventing it without paying. If you know the magnitude of the power caged in those two swords, you should not receive them properly, it is an aggressive decision that you must let them do so.

Two swords wielded by drawing a half moon from the bottom, combined with a sword with exquisite force and subtraction, were flanked directly beside each other.

The next moment, one lateral side of the entrance hall disappeared toward the outdoors.

By the way, my dim vision brightens up. Though it was cloudy sunshine, it had enough light to adequately illuminate the spaces that were not lit at all.

"Just... don't get involved in anything else"

Jump right out of each other and have about ten medallions of time.

John was awesome to blame. If he had responded without any consideration, he would have complained to Ivan that the damage suffered by the old cathedral was not to that extent - not where he wanted it.

"You don't seem dull.... bad. Then change the place. Hang out."

In a slightly worse shape, Ivan looks outdoors.

I couldn't even ignore the invitation if I looked heavily at what it was up to. Out of the old cathedral, with ambiguous animosity, John headed for a rearrangement in the outdoor woods.

I care about the hollows, but...

After seventy years, the time I stopped was moving.