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

January 6th. The night dawns from the duel.

At a meeting resumed this morning, I was told that the resurgence of Sword Saint Alan-Smithy was true. Along with this, the Federal Council unified its will as it persisted in a harmonious attitude towards the declaration of war by the Empire until the end.

It could be said that Trevillo lost his voice in the loss of Winde, which was a key part of the resistance, as a result of the louder voice of the moderates who originally held the majority.

At this time, we also saw a scene where representatives who were fighting against the war rejointed in harmony.

Winde's great defeat, which was well fought among the current Confederate forces, and Alan's strength, which won as much as a twist of a baby's hand on it, were understandable to even the unwitting delegates.

When it comes to what they remember watching, it's nothing more than a sense of crisis.

If you ask me, the sword emperor in the bulletin seems to have comparable powers. In a situation where we might wage war with an empire with so many talent, they also changed their consciousness, saddened by how their prospects were sweet.

Above all, there is no way that the only adversarial force can reconcile without following.

It would be ironic for them to talk about humans with greater power standing on top - that they were sitting idly on the corrupt federal organizational structure, which led to the present day being swallowed up by even greater force.

Thus the meeting, which lasted four days, ended.

The next day. January 8th. An afternoon of snowcloud-covered white skies.

An appointment ceremony, albeit abbreviated, was executed to acknowledge the existence of Kensei, which has hitherto been considered legendary.

This matter of sword saint resurrection required each side of the nations under the umbrella of the Confederation to be made aware of the many circumstances, to those involved, and to the Empire.

This also has implications such as admonishing an anxious ally to behave rashly, and warning the Empire that they are ready for war.

outdoor venue provided on military headquarters premises.

Its cobblestone is laid in a space of 200 Meida Squares with an ancient splendid altar.

At the altar are lined the faces of the eight knights, including Marshals Shire and Martika, and tens of thousands of knights and soldiers operating in the army headquarters in the halls beneath them. Their presence is uniformly formal.

By the day before, the snow accumulation had been removed, and now fortunately there is no snowfall - although the temperature is close to freezing, just being there doesn't change the cold.

With regard to this appointment ceremony, the ranks below senior knights were essentially free to participate and were initially scheduled to take place in indoor venues. However, if the number of participants greatly exceeded expectations and the venue could not be accommodated, a wider outdoor venue was chosen.

This did not change the number of participants.

Even if I feel cold, I want to see it in that place myself......

No one knows how history will roll ahead. Still, I want to be present at a moment that will be considered a turning point in later history.

I think so. Their hearts were not frightened by the cold of their shiatsu.

"Alan-Smithy. Before."

Following Shire's voice, Alan shows up from the sleeve he had refrained from. When I stopped in front of him, who was in the center of the altar, and stood on one knee on the spot, I quietly waited for the next progression.

"On this occasion now, in the name of Federation Marshal Shire-Strand, I give the title of Confederate Army/Kensei to your Lordship. I look forward to your future work."

"... I sincerely pray for your life"

A Photonstone loudspeaker mounted on the altar picks up every word of the two interchanges and lets them reach the ears of knights and soldiers far from the altar.

The exclamation spilled from there, and eventually the applause happened carefully.

"Come on, stand up, Master Alan. Now from today on you are Kensei… I entrust you with the destiny of this Pacific Ocean, the future of the Federation. So, if you don't mind, I'd like you to say something."

Shire, who looks to the soldiers, asks me to greet him so quietly. Standing up, Alan turned to the hall and spoke to the loudspeaker from the spot.

"Oh, a word.... Right. What can I say?"

The words that make it hold between echo, making the soldiers naturally and adultly.

"It seems that a human heart is something very deep, not something you can tell because you're getting older. If you think so, something you didn't know after seventy years, until you know it in just six months, sometimes. No, it's just that it was all in a man's business."

Keep your thoughts on them that you have left in neutral countries and keep your words coming.

"It's in this shape, but it will be ninety... it was about six months ago. I had a disciple. The disciple said he wanted to be a gentle knight. I said I can't kill people, I can't let people kill me, I won't let people kill me - I have a wish to protect people. That must be what we need in the days to come."

Alan smiled with such certainty that he concluded the end of it this way.

"Protect that child's wishes... I want to be that kind of knight"