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

At the forefront of the battle, Holoro gives Utsuro a glimpse.

"It's okay...... this man does nothing"

Utsuro, glanced at by the mutt, stepped back as he showed his palm. Even with him, we want to avoid situations where the intervention of a third party prevents us from reaching our existing future.

That is, until just before "Holoro kills Mute," he is also talking about not being able to do anything about it.

"I can't believe it all. If only the man hadn't..."

"If you're going to be able to deal with me in one hassle, that's fine. I'm not going to wait any longer."

This man is here to see me die......

I kill Hollow - in a rubbed-out mental state, I believe in a false future. Mute can't afford to think about it, such as Utsuro plotting alterations in another way.

Her mind, trying to trace the given future, spearheaded for the answers that lie ahead.

If you can trust me, if you can save me, please...

"... okay?

"Is this really the only way?

A mutt who stopped breathing softly kicks the ground in a flutter.

From a glimmer of awkwardness, Holoro sloppily took the lead.

Intercept the approaching opponent with unprecedented speed, directly from the front with the Four Divine Orientations, by the bottom-up of physical abilities due to brilliance.

I don't want to hurt her, or run away from her - let the moonlit beauty who returned the peak go through such a heart, he waves to pray.

To the sharp slaughter from the bottom right, he turned around and immediately aligned himself.

I couldn't take it properly and played it to kill about half the power and flush it upwards.

Due to the nature of the gains we were getting in each other's hands, he felt that tapping each other would break the beauty under the moon. I understood beforehand that her brilliant, caged long sword had a power that even the long sword of the industry could not accept.

The interference aftermath caused by the collision fills the hall in an instant. Large windows and skylights, which were taking in sunlight from many sides, made a tall noise and scattered shatteringly, sparkling.

Continuing with his first hand, Holoro tried to flinch himself for reward, but switched to a defensive move on the brink. The second blow the opponent fires is overwhelmingly fast, so he captured it with a complete sensation.

Fortunately for this aggressive judgment, he painstakingly succeeds in defense. But it drives the equilibrium of the offense all at once out of its slightest failure. Every time I can cross a three-handed four-handed with a white blade, I'm driven to a disadvantage.

"Huh!?

Then with the eighth hand, Holoro totally pushed down.

The Four Divine Orientations can't catch up......!?

I give him a strong forward kick from the mutt who allowed him to break into my nose. One leg of the opponent to practice slips through the thick brilliant armor - the shock that reaches the living is too strong to hold up on the spot, etc.

He swept through the wall that lay ahead of him, heavily dialed toward him.

They are thrown out in the hallway adjacent to the hall and subjected to fragments of smashed walls, large and small.

"My chest was ringing when I heard about the Empire from the instructor. Somewhere in my mind, I'm sure, I might have wanted to start a war. I can't deny myself that. I was all I could do to keep my head down."

In the holes of these empty walls, which are thin and dusty, the mute's voice takes hold.

"My solitude, but I knew I didn't want you to do that. Because this is what this world admonishes. Because that's how this world is made."

Pay the fragments to get up. Returns an indulgent but heartfelt voice.

"This stuff is a private lust. I understand it's only bad business."

"... without knowing anything, I'm sorry I said I was talking to you. It was painful, it was painful."

Hollow goes back to the hall where the mutt is. Regrip that peak outward under the moon beauty. Brutally wipe the dirt on your cheek with another back of your hand.

With eyes with more certainty than when I came here, I stare.

"You're smart about people's feelings... and that's how I still return the peak"

"There is greed for everyone, both good and bad. Even to me... if I change my view, the world just hasn't admonished me, and this is my personal desire too. I returned this peak. I want the salvation that lies ahead. I don't want to give up this much because Mr. Mute wanted another path."

"That's why I'm in pain."

"What Mr. Mute just said, it's not really the same, is it? I tried to match the swords and noticed. I would never kill Mute or anything. [M] I will never admit that such a thing saved me."

"If you know that much...... don't make me miserable any more!

A mutt who is seen through his soul and gall barks as he steps on the community too much to mourn.

Once again, they collide in order to achieve their true meaning.

Holloro never succumbed to a mute who would make a leap to extract a hostile and murderous blow. Focus only on defense and keep choosing words instead of counterattacks.

Whether the opponent's attack could not be prevented from being slashed and torn, or the bone meat crushed by the beating, he endured it without bending it.

To bring him back with words, not violence, he did not give up.

"Don't hold me in alone. If it's okay with me, I want you to rely on as much as you want."

"Stop it, there are so many words like that! I'm not supposed to be on your way! There is someone who deserves more...... even he would want it!?

In intense reward, the same one came to mind behind the two brains.

"Maybe...?

"It's settled, you knew it all along"

Yes, it is. It was...

Holoro was convinced of what was liding the mute's heart.

"... he pushed my back here."

A mutt stuck in words by surprise jumps back and stops moving.

"I know. Still, I came here. I threw everything out."

"It's a lie... it can't be right"

I put down my long sword like I was weak, and I get a look full of hindsight - with the way Mute lost her will to fight, I retreat accordingly. When your mind is shaking heavily, it seems obvious to everyone's eyes.

"Because that's how important it is to me."

Not packing the distance, not leaving, Holloro set his pace on the mute.

"Don't come! If that man was dead, there wouldn't have been a word like that!

"It might have looked a little different. But we live this life now."

"Whatever the outcome, the process is not connected. Slashing that man didn't fill me. If I fulfilled it, there was nothing left. That's the only way I've lived."

"From now on, you just have to. I'll think with you."

"Why, why is it all this now...? I don't like myself being forgiven by you. I can't help but hate myself for wanting to be forgiven. So..."

Mute's foot, stomping on the floor, wasn't going to move anymore.

"So I want Mr. Mute to come home."

I lag my throat for a reply, and the mute hesitates.

One step, one step, one more step. Holoro slowly walks over as he stares at her. I won't rush her back even if I make her current. I waited until her chosen words were spoken at her will.

I thought it would hinder me more than that, and now I desperately swallowed my words.

The silence that was born with each other's mouths shut was, in fact, short and long in the sense of body.

"Hololo, I..."

Mute says, it was then.

Behind her, a brilliant spirit of intent to kill releases sharply.

"Mr. Mute!?

Horolo, who perceived or was watching the signs as soon as possible, thrust the mutt sideways.

That's how I prevented the harm that was supposed to happen to her. But I couldn't avoid the threat that flew me there myself. With a thin tail pulled and flashing brilliance, they pierce beneath each other.

Struck by unnatural weakness as soon as possible, he becomes unable to move as he thinks.

He loses as much grip as he can hold on to his gains, loses as much leg power as he can stand, and finally collapses off his knees.

"Oh... before, do, do... eh!

Scratching his feet to get up, Holoro glanced at those it flew over.

"Hey, do what!? You hollow... what is that!?

Mute, who later grasped the situation, follows Hollow's gaze and looks back. There is the figure of Utsuro, who now makes sure to wave exactly one arm and once again releases his brilliance.

"... this isn't the end I want"

The brilliance pierced the mute's body this time.

Through the bodies of the two, it was a move where the shape-engineered thread was knitted into the shape of a stick-handed backsword - a move that directly attacked the dragon's medulla of the opponent by causing it to break in the body of the opponent due to maneuvering.

It would have exerted the power to kill the other person instantly, but it could also be used to temporarily deprive him of his liberty by adding a hand or a hand.

The penetration of the two bodies now becomes a blow to the latter.

"mute,... why can't you move"

"Into a future I don't know...... make this place a branch"

Looking ahead to the fallen mute, Utsuro slowly approaches.

"... what are you going to do?

"Your wish will never come true. Man is not as fine a creature as you think he is... no matter how beautiful you say it, one day when you can't resist anger and hatred, man will surely come."

"Stop it! Stay away!... Why can't you move!?

A mute's neck is grabbed up with one hand, and a knife is placed in the other.

Holoro crawls around and all he can do is watch.

"That's not for everyone else"

"Stop..."

Utsuro's rolling piercing hand thrust through the mute's body.

Its body, which was immediately pulled out of its arms, drowned a great deal of blood. The body that was let go without wearing its body fell. Her body, which fell and lay still on the floor, could no longer feel any signs of movement.

That's it, Holoro forgot me.

"- Ahhhhhhhh!?

The influence of the applied moves fades and some freedom returns to the body.

Releasing the brilliance of his whole body, Holoro kicked the ground without a scratch as he picked up the moonlit beauty and stood up, matching that incision to the height of his chest. There's only one way to go, and it's just a steep spot in Utsuru.

At the same time pushing to the opponent's nostalgia, he punches out at the mercy of his power.

The tip unnaturally slipped through the center of the other person's body.

Squeeze the pattern vigorously with both hands to give it an angry shape.

Hollow, who had been drunk by a fierce emotion, but had seen it, had to give it back to me.

- The mask of the person who stabbed him with intent to kill was falling off.

"Huh!? Wedal, …"

On the face hidden there, Hollor clearly remembers.

"... live according to the sex you were born with, or resist it? Which way of life is happier on earth? My selfishness made you carry such a burden."

Without being frightened by the hemorrhage, Utsuro continues his words diligently.

"If you're on that path, one day you'll suffer more than you do now. Where you alone have scratched your feet, there are limits to what you can do, and all of your wishes cannot be fulfilled. So... don't forget that heart"

Holoro, who was in terrible confusion, feels uncomfortable in his chest.

The blood from the back of his chest overflowed from his mouth. If I lowered my gaze and made sure, Utsuro's arm was thrusting through my body. In the end, death seemed inevitable.

"How does this change the future......... well. This isn't bad."

A rainbow glow lit his right eye, where he saw a new future.

Utsuro smiling as relieved as he looked, squeezing his last strength. With one hand that had excess blue hair, he sneezed and stroked it - from his hollow body, his piercing hand pulled out in a breath.

"... still wish for your future, fortunately that"

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Hollow and Utsuru stabbed each other and I couldn't breathe.

Mute, who still had a hard breath, saw the moment. I don't have the energy to work out photons and I can't stop bleeding out of my chest. He realizes that he hasn't been around long, either.

With the last force, she crawled on the floor.

I won't kill you. I won't die. I won't let you die. Take that...

I regret the tragedy I have now caused, leaning against Holoro, who was falling on his back.

I peek into my bloody face from the side as I peek open my forehead at my fingertips.

Close the eyelids, which were only half open, using a flat hand.

Grab a hand softly covered in blood.

"... hollow"

And he himself closed his eyes to sleep.