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

The main federal state, the State of Westeria, has the floor of the Federal Assembly of Meortida.

Its cumulative facilities had an ancient look, only two hundred years after the federal government was established.

But its interior was being retrofitted repeatedly in keeping with the course of the times, and specifications were always seen incorporating the cutting edge of that era.

Spacious and rounded meeting room with a large circular conference desk in the centre.

Make sure you surround that conference desk, with three hundred seats in the staircase.

The space, spread underground in the process of being built, became a structure that made no use of natural light at all, with no windows provided to prevent theft or eavesdropping and hence only the lighting of photon stones.

A few days after the Federation received the declaration of war.

When the federal government summoned representatives of the countries under the federal umbrella, it held a meeting here. Regardless of the agenda, against the declaration of war by the Empire, it is nothing more than one of them.

Half the central conference desk is attended by government chairmen as well as senior government officials, while the other half is attended by less than the marshals of the Confederate Army, three generals, and eight knights captains - contemporary Kensei.

The surrounding seats will be seated by representatives of the various countries, but since it was an urgent convocation, some are still on the move to the Westerian State, and there are open seats.

'This is a unilateral armistice agreement rebellion of the Empire. We should send troops to the central boundary right now. It's too late to get attacked. I think we should start a thorough war.'

Representatives of certain countries present their views.

"Wait. That's because your country is off the central boundary. Try a thorough anti-war or something, and we would love to take into account the losses that our country, adjacent to the border, will suffer '

A representative of a certain country objects.

'But regardless of the outright resistance, shouldn't the army be sent? We also need to be prepared if the other side is hard-willed. I hear this kind of thing is key to the first move'

In addition, a representative of a certain country objects.

'No, you're right. We can't afford to delay the Imperial guys... but we don't want to invite soldiers from other countries into our own country, otherwise we might be going to monopolize the achievements of the Imperial Crusade'

"Rude! What rhetoric against my country, which has so far striven to protect its borders!

It has been some time since the meeting began, but the policy has never been coherent.

Thinking of the situation within the Union, it all sounds like a statement prioritizing your own national profit and loss account......

A young looking man with green silver hair. Not long after being tailored, the look of sleeves through that Confederate Marshal's uniform feels a gaping atmosphere.

If you compared it to your predecessor's marshal, who lost his life as a result of the massacre, your hobbies would be individual, but the majority must assume that his successor looks good.

Shire, the new Marshal of the Confederate Army, thought so while listening to the opinions of representatives of the nations.

"Quietly… I ask everyone to speak in moderation"

A fuzzy voice echoed in the conference room, ruling an argument that began to get rough.

An old man stroked a light brown hair with a retracted hairline on his calf.

I can see no such drain, worried about the familiarity that it deserves to be the pinnacle of the federal government. It wasn't because it was a place that binds representatives from different countries, but its presence is strong even as an individual.

Trevillo, chairman of the government, continues with a copy of the announcement in his hand.

"There will be a variety of opinions on each side, but anyway, the Federation and the Empire were incompatible about seventy years, this shows. A declaration of war without an ultimatum, I see a weak expectation of harmony as well. We should prepare for the war."

Think without listening to the delegates of each country. If that statement had come out of another mouth, it would not have. Because this belongs to a man named Trevillo, it is.

Sometimes, he was also surviving another massacre.

"I'm in favor of sending troops, but it's quick to decide what the purpose of the war is"

Only one of them, Shire opinions the government chairman.

"... let's hear your opinion"

"The Federation is functioning in a mechanism that cannot be turned upside down. If we call it a war of resistance, the army and the people will have no choice but to fight it. Even if expectations are low, there is still time to think about the path of harmony."

"If you're saying time is based on the date shown in the cloth announcement, no, you're dressed too much. I know the military will respect that by saying chivalry, etc., but from us, we can't trust anything like this. At the end of the sentence, you will not be able to see the day you forgive the missouri invasion."

Trevillo tapped lightly on the announcement and let go of it to the conference desk.

"I would most certainly not deny it. I am in favour of sending troops as a prep, but we should avoid big moves such as standing near boundaries. I don't think we can talk decent with each other's swords poking at each other. It also bothers me that I purposefully emphasise at the end with 'Sword Emperor'. Even with caution..."

Shire asks for room for rethinking in a meeting that was almost decided by fighting.

"Ha ha, the new Marshal is also timid"

Then from another place, Winde, a contemporary sword saint, echoed his voice.

A young man with a refreshing face, with short, sarcastic blonde hair.

That thin or fat body is ups and downs in such a way that it is successful. If you are in the position of Kensei with slightly flashy clothing but no determined uniform, you can't complain about anything else.

The voice continued in a state lacking tension against the atmosphere that filled the conference hall.

"This sword emperor? Really... It's a legend about what it's like to be active during the Great War, but even if it was real, it's still a story about how many years ago it was, right? Either a big haunt, or a clutterfish like that will come out. I don't like it, I can't believe I'm better caught up in such a clear lie."

"... what are you trying to say?

Shire asks briefly Winde, who is looking through the cloth announcement.

"When I was protecting the chancellor in the last massacre, I watched as you headed out to help the marshal. I was wondering if you were willing to help me."

"You think I killed him?

"For a long time, the next marshal was General Shire, as rumored. There's been a lot of support around you since then, and this is how you're a marshal now... like the previous marshal was in the way? Oh, actually, that massacre sometimes means you set it up..."

Pampers and the sound of punching hands whisper words.

The gaze in the conference hall gathers in Trevillo, which was at the centre of its sound.

"Stop it any longer. Then be rude to the Marshal's him. Above all, this is where we discuss what to do against the declaration of war by the Empire. Pursuit should be another time."

"Right. I did lack too much gratitude... please forgive me peacefully, Marshal Shire"

Wende, blamed, bows her head without as bad an impression as the words.

Having seen and heard such an attitude and mouthfeel, Shire was convinced that there was an adhesion for both of them. The relationship between the two people, who had been staring at me since before I became Marshal, seemed tangible because I was let into a situation like this now.

Originally, it was no longer necessary to hide it from them, and it also seemed that way.

"Some delegates have not yet arrived. That's all for today."

With Trevillo declaring an interruption, the meeting ends on this day.

The Federation was divided into two parts.

About a moment after the end of the meeting.

Shire, who returned from the floor to the Federal Headquarters facility, was informed by a trusted subordinate that he had visitors.

Even in the facility, he keeps them waiting in the less used reception room - he decided to meet them, thinking he was the one his men would get to that point, with his legs intact.

Enter a slightly dusty small room with a sofa and low table.

I met those three men and women face-to-face, opening the window provided in the room and leaning against the window trying to breathe as much air outside as possible.

"Dr. Quint? Dr. Quint, right?

"Long time no see. You look great, Marshal's uniform."

There were three people there: John, Jill and Boffow.

Shire, who remembered Jill's face in it, accidentally rounded his eyes to see. As a matter of fact, she and I were in a relationship in training school between a teacher and a godchild.

He also had good grades in school, he had many opportunities to engage with her, then a teacher, and had a thick intimacy.

But now that I'm in my mid-thirties, it's a long time ago, and I never expect to see you again here.

"Thanks to you, I have this body"

Shire deeply salutes.

"You're really here. My nose is high, too."

"So, why are you here? To Senior Knight Boffow...... who's this one?

As much as I say hello, I look to John and Boffow.

"It's up to you... come on Alan, it's up to you from here"

"Helpful. He's a great opponent."

From Jill's side, John took over the conversation.

"Thank you for the opportunity to see me. I'm John Smith. It's up to you to believe the circumstances I'm about to tell you. But I hope you believe me."

At the time I met him nearby, Shire was having a strange experience.

I couldn't feel any power, but I felt like I was very big. I had the feeling that I was being oppressed of something, but it didn't make me uncomfortable, rather I felt like I was leaving myself in the sea.

Or have a top that is never within the reach of man, like a mountain...

John, who took the envelope out of his pocket, is handed it with words.

"… we will see"

Shire, who received it, carefully cut the seal.

An autographed document was enclosed for Dougbalm, the right head of the neutral country.

There was a description of them, proving here that the empire had come to make a abrupt declaration of war, the identity of the sword emperor in the proclamation, and the existence of the sword saint Alan-Smithy.

"Who knows about this document?

"As far as you can see now"

"I forbid you to touch on anything else in the future. So... why are you giving me this?

At the end of the whole look, Shire was half-hearted.

"There's only one favor. I want me back in Kensei."

Waiting for a reply if you ask for a purpose, he turned his mind around.

There was also a stamp on the right head on the document, which did not look particularly forged.

Even if we apply the text to what has previously been unclear about the reasons for the declaration of war by the Empire, Tsuji fits. I also manage to nod if there was a legendary sword emperor about why the Empire was able to make it through the war.

Above all, I feel a sense of faith in the signs that the youth in front of me let drift.

If he is real, the path of harmony may be paved...

"... can you prove that you are enough for it?

Asking John that, Shire told him to pinch one breath.

"First, I want you to show me your power."