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

January 3. It's still shallow at dawn.

It was snowing in every country, covered in midwinter chills within federal territory. The main federal country, the Westerian State, was no exception, and in its capital it was hit by a snowpack of ankle lengths.

The Third Knight Training School school building was still thickening its snow makeup a week after getting out.

"... it was for that. I can't believe this didn't stop me."

Jill, president of the board, holds his head as he sits on the couch in the president's office comparing the two newspapers.

One newspaper stated the interim results of the Arcadia Knight Martial Arts Festival, and one newspaper stated that the Federation had received a declaration of war from the Empire, respectively.

It is about three days newer than the former, and the latter heading, issued yesterday, contained, in summary:

- At the central border, an Imperial Army envoy orally declared war. Later a declaration by the Emperor Laterios of the Holy Carmezza Empire is delivered. In addition to the main thrust of the announcement, "March is ready on February 14th in the South Plains," it was finally described as "There is an emperor of the sword in our country" -.

The same was true for the Empire's declaration of war, but for Jill, who lived seventy years ago, his confusion over the last sentence is stronger.

I can also say I was given a more unpleasant feeling.

"How should I accept this story... President of the Board. What happens next?

On the couch across the street from Jill sits the figure of Boffow, the third swordsmanship instructor, of a giant man with a beautifully shaved head.

In his chest, which the Confederation had received inside support from a neutral country in an effort to spare the war, so he was told and heard by her today, as much confusion as she had wrapped around it.

It was not a story that could be misheard as a position belonging to the Confederate Army, but that is not the case as a position of instructors.

"The worst part is that the federal government moves the army first against this declaration of war. It's like throwing out the possibilities left over from you. Neither of them can pull in, and I repeat seventy years ago... but the people who are likely to lead the way in last year's massacre are already gone."

Somehow, by heart, Jill looks back at the past.

"That's just what I think, too. It has not been made very public in itself that there has been genocide, but the human tendency to be victimized is biased in the first place. With the Marshal at the head, all the senior officials who were highly discriminating against the Empire, yes, as if they had been chosen for this time"

Boffow, looking back at the same past, became a strong doubter.

"It's too convenient by chance"

"Yes. I also think this declaration of war presupposed. Aren't we a little blind to neutral countries? That massacre is not the work of the Empire...... I can even think of such muscles"

"I hunted down the Empire and let him declare war while moving to increase the Federation's educational abilities - the purpose is refreshing, but if it's true, it's almost frightening...... Whatever it takes, honestly, I can't see what's going on, but the fact that it's been declared war is unshakable. You can't just look at me."

"Neither will the federal organizational chart be new for long. The upper management will be confused. I keep thinking it's possible, but I also thought it couldn't be anywhere in my mind. Then the students of this school will be driven out to battlefield too... fuck you"

Imagine the sight of the students heading to the battlefield, holding their fists like Boffow was angry. By and large, the door to the Office of the President was opened.

Behind it, there was one person who couldn't possibly be there.

A week on a Feilong flight from the Republic of Eizeon.

Returning to the training school of the Westerian state, John visited the office of the president where Jill and Boffow are located.

"Alan. You, why are you here?

On the way home without any foretaste, Jill and the others marvel.

I wouldn't normally be here because I haven't even finished the martial arts festival yet.

Still, John is back alone in the country of Westeria and now stands before the two of them. It was utter force majeure, but he decided that this would stir up the anxiety they had.

"I'm suddenly sorry.... that man was alive"

Looking into Jill's mind from what was going on, John replied frankly.

"Is it true? The Empire has declared war. That it has something to do with this?

"I'm not sure I can put it into words well, but let's talk from scratch anyway"

Tell the two of you who looked at the paper what happened when you came back alone.

That Dougbalm was pulling threads behind the opening of the war, that the living sword emperor was willing to force the opening of the war, that the hollows who have left Eizeon have their own safety in their students.

It took roughly half an hour for me to tell you everything and let you know what was going on here. Given the amount of information to convey, I would say that this was earlier.

The first thing I reacted to after I heard it was Boffow.

"That Kensei was alive, raising students who would be rejuvenated and future deterrents. Seventy years ago, your cause is now about to wage a war involving the world - too abominable. John...... No, Lord Alan. What are you going to do? Be rude, but you have a great cause."

"I know. I know."

In response to Boffow's harsh allegations, John continues.

"That man is desperate for people. That led to the reproduction of this seventy years ago. It's not a story I don't know now. It was rough times, but people knew the magnitude of the pain they inflicted on people. But in these rich times, people don't know the magnitude of the pain they inflict on people. I can talk about wars and such in the light."

"You're gonna fight the sword emperor, aren't you?

"First and foremost, we need to get up on the same stage"

With a definite idea of his own, he connected his emotional words.

"War must be a means of diplomacy. Still, don't think of it as just that. If it only started once, it's not a matter of more or less, someone's bound to get hurt. You know that man, too.... fight and stop, but I won't give up persuasion until the end."

"... you've changed."

Jill, smiling slightly blindly, gets up and stretches her chest.

"So how would you like me to help you, Lord?"

John bows his head deeply to Jill.

Because she knows those days, even so, he wished from the bottom of his heart to rely on others to do what he could not do alone.

"Okay. What would you like?

"I want the Federal Army or the Federal Government to take it as far up as possible."

Boffow, who heard the conversation and hit his knee, rises up again and stretches his chest.

"If that's the case, I'd love for you to cooperate with me. This is still an active senior knight. If I were here, neither of you would be treated without me."

"I don't want to get involved as much as possible. But forgive me."

John takes his words seriously, feeling sincere about their seriousness.

"Not another word for war meritorious...... Instructor John. Don't talk about the smell of water. Leave it to me."

"... dependable"

Remember the warmth in your chest, squeal like that,

"Both of you. Thanks."

For the first time since he came home, John flaunted his face.

×

It will still be before the beginning of the year.

One thief broke into the palace of Az-la-Falue, the imperial capital.

He was a man with habitual dark hair and demonic eyes. He also did not pull out the two swords he had lowered to his waist, and was embellished with an elite knight responsible for guarding the palace, breaking from the front into the throne room.

On this day nobility was gathered from each territory, whether imperial or not, between the thrones. Laterios read the text of the declaration of war against the Confederation in public, to show the will of the emperor.

The will had been shown even a few days before if it were meant to be, but the day is thus altered because it was flown by the emperor's eclampsia.

Laterios as emperor on the throne, Camurios as prime minister instead, opening the center of the hall, with hundreds of nobles present in rows. The intention with which this occasion is set is still known only to the Emperor and the Prime Minister.

"With documents"

Laterios, who anticipated the tidiness of the venue, let the announcement be carried to the throne for the use he had refrained from.

Using the achievements of the Martial Festival as an indicator, the Empire has invested in knight education over the past decade.

It was all to accumulate as much power as possible to conquer the Federation in the future.

He succeeded in developing students who were worthy and could only overwhelm the Federation's representative students. By incorporating most of that into the Imperial Army, organizational strength grew over the years.

This year's militant festival, however, resulted in a shadow drop against the goal.

Speaking of which, it implies the possibility of not being able to prepare the forces of war foreseen to accomplish the conquest. Nine years of experience, but still, I can't say enough to make sure I can accomplish it.

Even if we could win, the Empire could pay a great price. Or without achieving conquest, you might end up with a useless result to give - but you can't pull it off.

Interrupting or enforcing the plot without reading the announcement, the choice will be divided into two main parts in this situation, but in any case you will take the path as a foolish emperor.

If there was just one way to be deified from it, it would be Arcadia unity, ahead of accomplishing the conquest.

Leaving a glimmer of stray, Laterios stands on the throne with his proclamation in his hand.

- The thief showed up just then.

He opens the door between the thrones, draws attention from the nobles, and walks out without any grubbing. Just halfway through the hall, I can poke my fortune at a few knights who were on guard.

Then finally, the man stopped the leg.

Who are you? Where'd you get in from?

Let one of the devious nobles gaze at us first.

"It is before His Majesty!

"What are the guards doing out there!

Continuously, another nobleman raises a hasty voice.

"Emperor Laterios. What's the big deal?

Ignoring such an ambient reaction, the man inquired toward the throne.

"... pinch it out"

Even if you are questioned about its greatness, there is no combination of answers.

Ignore it further, and Laterios commands the knights. If you know how strong they are, not to mention if they are multi-on-one, there is no such thing as cleaning up one thief.

Above all, there is no reason for me to speak with the lowlife - such self-esteem had made him choose his words without causing him to think too much.

On the other hand, Camrios was the only one who was keeping an eye on his hair.

"Not so far."

The man snarls and snorts - from one of the knights who was in the front, attacked with the long sword he had in his hand. The man swings his right hand up and aligns with the white blade that is slammed sideways over his right side towards him.

It seemed difficult to fathom in life against a powerful brilliant blow.

But for a moment of contact, the white light poured from its right hand held up the prediction.

Converging as a thick ray, it broke the floor that stretched straight onto the extension line when it turned the long sword wielded by the knight into Chile, piercing through many stubborn stone walls and taking in outdoor air into the hall.

The blow was cast directly next to the throne.

Laterios, Camurios, the knights, the nobles, cease to move.

Occasionally the hall is quiet.

The battle was running.

"If you can also have a dialogue, fine. Listen, nod."

Touch and intimidate everyone on the spot with a photon.

While everyone could no longer move out of instinctive fear, the man continued with an invincible grin as he passed by the knights and stuffed them into a laterious.

"The Empire is the sword emperor Gadinoa-Lumiops. From the past seventy years ago, I heard that my contemporary master would declare war. Delighted, you are now here with the most powerful sword of the Empire."

At the rate of reading the dialogue, the man speaks to Laterios.

"Enough dauntless war. You have a lot of enemies to cause... but I'll show you. As a foolish champion, I will carve you into history until the future is hundreds of years away."

A whimsical, retreating Laterios lowers his hips to the throne.

There was no arrogant shore disgrace like before, only its appearance, frightened of being more overwhelming than its own as an organism.

Next to such an emperor's face, put your foot on the back of the throne,

"Now read that announcement! Follow the path of ruin! I'll get what I want!

The man vandalized his voice like crazy.