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

"Let's reveal the truth to everyone. This is Lord Alan-Smithy, the swordsman who was active during the Great War. Come young, but rejuvenated by the Shizukuishi of the national treasure of the neutral country."

Looking slightly back inside the conference hall, Shire gives voice to the full space.

"That Shizuku of the Divine Tree? You're telling me it already exists?

"Rumor has it that it's just water, but it's hard to believe it"

"Where the hell did you get the national treasure of a neutral country?"

A twitch happened among the delegates immediately, but if his voice continued, he quieted back naturally.

"The reason why the empire has extended to declaring war, it is exhausted by Emperor Laterios's personal greed. But he was careful, and after thinking about accomplishing a definitive invasion of the Federation, he turned a blind eye to his knightly education. So did the great defeat at the militant festival in the last nine years, and the consequences of our lack of commitment to education led to this status quo"

"But, my Marshal. This year's martial arts festival has been a great victory, isn't it?

One of the delegates raises questions.

"It's not a coincidence. … it was possible because the Authority, which had seen signs of agreement rebellion in the Empire, was providing support inside the Federation. In order to prevent the Empire from stomping through the declaration of war by discussing educational improvements to the Confederate Knight Training School to achieve a pleasant victory at the Martial Festival. Alan helped me with this."

'If so, silly, then isn't that home affairs interference!

Another delegate roughs up his voice again.

"... so what? What could the Federation have done at the time, knowing that the Empire had signs of agreement rebellion? Weren't you just complacent about your own power without a basis and chanting it as an anti-war to the murmurmur? The Authority was obliged to keep the agreement. They were trying to do their duty."

"No, Marshal Shire, that would be different, this is a matter of federal dignity! There are parts of the organization that should not be infringed at any time! This is hard!

Turning into that representative who pushes silently, Trevillo rides himself out to the conference desk and yells.

"Dignity and other things can only exist in peace"

Reveal the truth that was in the context of the declaration of war - still, Shire never touched on the dark parts of the neutral state.

Only as the work of the Empire, the truth lay down as it appeared objective, as the cause of Laterios' extension to the declaration of war lay in his own lust.

We want to avoid their hostility to neutral countries throughout this period.

"So what is it? Bring someone like that before me."

Winde gave a refreshing look, but his voice together sounded irritating.

Face to face with him, the contemporary sword saint, John had a slight but insurmountable feeling.

Once it was Kensei, he could only have authority in the same line as the Third General. Sometimes I wasn't interested in power, but there was no power comparable to that of the Marshal, so to speak, I was merely given the title.

There will be no muscle I can say, but that is wrong as the federal sword saint way......

Because I threw it out - so that my successor Kensei wouldn't throw it out, if he was given more power than the title - he thought he should be right.

"I consider Alan to be the sword saint on your behalf"

Winde, told by Shire, holds his eyes and laughs.

"Haha, if you think about what you're going to say... you're saying it knowing what it means, right?

The appearance of a sharp glance in the gap between the fingers can be perceived as an indisputable sign of a strong man. Until now, no matter how corrupt an organization called the Federation, only the position of Kensei has always been assumed by the strongest knight.

That is only because pure strength is called into question, not because of personality or people's aspirations.

"The sword emperor in the bulletin is the same person as the sword emperor who lived in the same period as Alan. I hear the power is comparable to that of Master Alan. So I'm saying you won't be the one to deal with"

"Heh... nothing. I don't mind. A challenged and victorious man will only become a sword saint."

Winde, who looked at Trevillo, continues with a slightly lower voice tone.

"Well, I don't know if you're a war hero... but I'm going out of my way to interrupt important meetings and even make recommendations to talk like this fool, so depending on the outcome, you're going to resign because it was your lack of qualities, Marshal? That's about it. You don't mind, do you?

The reaction between the two was within the assumptions for Shire.

"That doesn't matter. Then we'll have an opportunity tomorrow at the military headquarters."

The meeting was interrupted again and the conclusions were carried over.

No one had predicted yet how things were going to roll.

Moving the place from the conference hall to military headquarters for a moment, at dusk.

John was strolling around the military headquarters. Yesterday and yesterday I was sleeping in a training school dorm, and yesterday when I visited, I was required to act covertly, so I couldn't even do it if I wanted to.

"… only a few, but you can also see the same part seventy years ago"

The location of the military headquarters facility remains seventy years old, with hands on its exterior and interior exterior, but by the way, it also remains shadowy. Among other things, it continues to be used almost untouched with regard to the practice area.

Enormous outdoor space with soil.

There is an observation seat on the side here that can accommodate a thousand people, and at one point it is used by the training instructors to grasp the whole of the exercise area, and at one point it is used to attract ordinary people when public training is conducted.

There are many places that have been repaired, but they still do not change their appearance at all.

Tomorrow, John will be fighting contemporary Kensei here.

"Hey, can I...?

John, who was watching the exercise area in the lookout seat, was walked over by a couple of women.

It was a woman in her late twenties or so to see that she had made a stern voice out of it. She has a cute, neat face with shorter blonde hair with a habit on the outside.

Wearing a uniform that serves as the Second Knight Commander of the Confederate Army, pair the subtle ornaments there - more feminine than anyone you see in the facility as an outing.

Her name was Martica, and she was related to Winde, a contemporary sword saint.

"What could it be?

John smiled lovingly.

"My name is Martica and I'm the Second Knight Commander. Um... did you say your name was Alan?

You're not used to saluting her, her language is terrible.

"There is no respect for me. Speak as good as your Lord."

Sometimes the feeling of being respected was awkward, and John forgives Martica for her rudeness.

I exhaled a deep sigh like a load of shoulders had fallen by my side when I was told, and the naïve words continued to leopard me into the attitude I deserved. I had the impression that it would make me feel impossible until then.

"What, you get the story, don't you? You see, the Marshal respected you so much, I thought I'd have to do this too. Come on, I just thought you'd come. Sorry, next time I'll introduce you to a girl from the second place, so forgive me."

Her language gets messy and her tone turns fast.

Mm-hmm. This is a bit of a bad move...

I think on the back of his calm temper, John continued his opponent without a glance.

"No, you don't have to worry. So what can I do for you?

"It was... you better run. If I stay like this, they'll kill me. That Winde guy, even in that way, his strength as a sword saint is real. I don't know where the marshal brought you from, I don't even pry whether it's real or not. But I'm sorry, but you don't look like you can win."

What Martica was basing his statement on was the huge difference between the sword saints, who seemed to have been active during the Great War, and the contemporary sword saints, and the two belted signs he felt when compared.

The latter possesses a dense amount of life energy squeezed into the body. On the other hand, the former only has a style that seems like it, but only a faint power can be felt, as if dealing with ordinary people as well.

If there were a hundred Confederate capable people, 90% of them would rate the latter as better.

I was talking about whether 10% of the dust doesn't know how to weigh the power, or has an extra high ability to discern - in any case, given the average ability of the Confederate knights, there is a good chance that it actually is.

The Second Knights, composed exclusively of the elite female knights of the Confederate Army, whose power to discern her as head of the regiment falls within the category of excellence among the army. That's why she got worried, too.

"Well... thank you for being a stranger to me. Keep in mind the Lord's kindness."

By Martica, John heads to the entrance and exit of the observation deck.

"He doesn't know forgiveness or anything, does he? You're not gonna die, are you? Are you sure about that?

I can throw a voice on my back.

"Then I guess we should get our minds together. strive to survive."

John left without looking back.

It will be after noon the next day.

Halfway through the military headquarters exercise area, each facing its own score.

Pinch Shire as a witness in time for 30 Meida. John is still waiting for the moment when that signal will be given to his opponent, who has unleashed his already gainful long sword, without pulling out the beauty of the moon.

Hearing that contemporary Kensei would bet his throne, many knights of all ranks were visiting the observation seats.

I might be able to get a clue to defeat contemporary Kensei. I want to see how many young men the Marshal brought in. I want to see a duel that could affect the future of the Federation - their thoughts can vary and mix from being intrigued to seriously considered.

Everyone just assumes Winde's victory.

"Marshal Shire. Is that the way it's been settled?

"It shall be settled with the incapacity of one side or the other. Or..."

On the way that Shire was explaining, I can laugh from Winde.

"Because. I can't do anything about it... now I might have to joke, right?

In contrast, John remained silent without expression. Everyone I met at the military headquarters called me a mighty man, and I was worried that I would not bring any alarm to the duel with it.

I do feel strong signs, but no, maybe I have powers that I can't weigh...

Without questioning his opponent, it took him to doubt himself first.

"You look so serious. Come on."

Winde's grin turns into a taunt.

He had talent, a contemporary sword saint. Probably something very good as a capable man, like competing for one or two in a long Federation - it's possession of five elementarized photons that are mandatory for the Eight Knights Commander.

The brilliance he brings together degenerates into soil, into trees, into water, into flames, into thunder.

"Begin!"

Those abilities were activated immediately after Shire signaled the start, five simultaneously.

A pointed rock rises from his feet.

It bypasses to the left and right, and the countless spreads that wave as much as the whip, the water that has changed into the shape of a lion, strikes.

Draw a parabola high and a giant sphere of flames descends.

Multiple branched lightning bolts loom from the front.

They all have the power of a one-strike special.

John was bestowed with the fierceness of five types of elementalization.

"Haha, I can't believe you can win..."

There is no room for the opponent to avoid it, a direct hit is inevitable - Winde, who sees it so, is convinced of the victory. But if you taste that feeling, you say, "Did you think? I can't help but complain.

A strong chill ran on his spine. Too intense a chill ran on the spine of all the knights not only in him, but also in the field.

The signs that make them feel it are swelling up to immeasurable size, using the place of death, the point of arrival of the five elementarized attacks, as the source.

On the verge of elementarization reaching his body, John became brilliant.

- Four gods open, all-round, four gods rambling...

Draw out the beauty under the moon and set it up in the highest shape in the direction of the Four Gods.

Step and crush the rock that rises from your feet. The countless whips that have been attacked from the left are wiped out in one swing, and the lions of water that have been attacked from the right are blasted with instant explosion drills without looking. For each sphere of flame that flies overhead, slash the lightning approaching the front into a vertical line and lay low.

This clap, part of the force that was caged in my body, was overflowing.

It cracks the atmosphere unintentionally with an air blow, breaks the earth, and pushes right next to Winde.

He didn't know what had happened until he saw the ground beside him with deep grooves carved up until he was blown by the gusts that had arisen from it. If the air strike was off track at all, except that it was dead -.

It was such a momentary event that I would overlook it if I didn't pay enough attention.

'Oh, hey. What happened? You prevented that one?

'It's unlikely, but he stands there, as if to prove it'

'I know if you want to scratch me. five at the same time, such as preventing elementarization…'

In the lookout seats, the knights were bluffing.

"Lie, what is it, that man...... no way really?

A handful of John's behavior was hard to see, and Martica, who was one of them, glances at him. Her surprise is greater than that of the other knights because we see a movement at a height of a different dimension from ourselves.

I can only feel signs like the average person - to stop the photon from pushing it into my body, i.e. I am too skilled in maneuvering, but therefore I can only feel that my surroundings are so.

So for the first time now, when power has been unleashed, the knights begin to wonder if that is true.

The Resurrection of Sword Saint Alan-Smithy......

It is the presence of a man who has been considered legendary until now.

"Are you serious?

John was convinced as he inquired into the flashing winde.

"Ah, haha.... such a shame!?

An opponent with a long sword over his head is called.

Then the brilliance of the sword body to be swung down would have had the power to crush the rock masses of the house as well. Even a knight who lived seventy years ago cannot be subjected to a half-breed defense, it must be an undisputed and superior attack as a knight.

Jon played the blow as soon as he struck a beauty under the moon.

Much off the original sword muscle, with the excess momentum, Winde's long sword stops crushing the ground with nothing. Objectively, it was a reward that might appear to be to a lesser extent.

"Great sword muscle. Excellent, but... your Lord's sword is somewhat light"

John let Photon go with homicide.

Immediately afterwards, the feeling of being cut off from the body struck Winde. "Hih... hah, ha!?" and leapt away hastily, wandering his own body, but no scratches were wounded anywhere.

There is no change in his body.

They just thought he'd been slaughtered.

The difference in strength with the youth in front of me was understandable because he is also a strong man. I was reminded by just that exchange that there was no chance that I could win even if I continued the duel.

"What more than me... what is it?

Winde's body, which breaks her knee stunned, is trembling badly to see.

His war was utterly frustrated by the signs of death he felt for the first time nearby.

"As you introduced me to Marshal Shire."

Lowering the moonlit beauty, John untied his hair with one empty hand.

Free whitening of long white hair. Outstanding with sleeves through his hometown kimono, he always held a beauty under the moon in his hand - there is a figure of the time when he was being swordsacred seventy years ago.

By reproducing the look, John consolidated his determination to stand back as Sword Saint Alan only once now.

"Alan-Smithy, you said it was really real...?

Walk over to the bewildered winde and give in to align your gaze.

"Slashing people, life, being slaughtered by people. None of them are the same life as two. It's not something you bet and drop on the murmur. of... a wish for the rest of my life, could you please give it up?

And Alan, once again, put his foot on the path of Kensei.