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

- Seventy years ago.

Gadinoa was losing both arms when she woke up.

One of them queuing up on the street, lying on a carriage carriage with a temporarily blurry cloth, is swayed somewhere. There was a strange boy by his side and a woman he thought was his mother, and he realized he was being cared for while he was asleep.

If I asked them how it went, I would have thought of how it was ahead of my interrupted memory.

Exposed to Alan's moonshadow, he fell into the woods off the battlefield to the west. There was one private house near it, found by the parents and children who were its residents.

It was just when parents and children were trying to escape the scourge of war, and he was picked up where it was going - it's no exaggeration when it comes to miracles.

Parents and children no longer have to worry about their backs, as they now run completely within imperial territory.

"My uncle must have run away, too, huh? Thank God we picked you up."

The boy laughs at me when he realizes he's conscious. There is no malice whatsoever in its words and deeds, just a feeling of pure goodness, trying to share the joy now that we have picked each other up.

Even if I don't know who the sword emperor is, I can peep with people on the imperial side, I should have been at a minimum - Gadinoa feels pure goodwill from them that he, the man of the empire, is being saved.

The childhood mind is understandable, but the word 'has escaped' catches my heart.

No. No. No. I ran away and so on...

I'm not exasperated. I don't have a voice reflexively, and my expression doesn't change. I try to pick a word of denial in my chest, but the sense of loss that preceded it prevails, and then I reconsider along the way.

"That's right. I've been running away."

I have a duty to end the war, that's all I carry.

I've been appealing to myself for a long time, and how long I've been unable to withstand that pressure. I have rubbed everything against the existence of a sword Saint Alan-Smithy who could take my place.

"I don't know what's going on by now... you're gonna be okay, right? Because the Empire has a sword emperor. That man has come to rule my country and made my life better. He's a hero to us. I'm sure they'll get rid of the Federation and let us live again."

A boy who looked away speaks as a delight, not knowing otherwise.

"He's dead. It was the last of my life."

"Huh?... Now, what did you say?

"No. Nothing. We're talking about another man again."

When the boy's complexion clouded with his own mouth run, Gadinoa quickly reworded.

I really believe in a creature called man, and I can't always be ruthless somewhere in my heart.

It will be painful to witness someone's death, it will be painful to take the life of any evil opponent, the mind that becomes hypersensitive to human emotions will never be overcome.

My heart is so frightened, exhausted, so now I'm running away.

"What. Yes, you are... my uncle is a bad person too. It's confusing."

Brighten your expression like the boy relieved you.

"Where is this carriage running towards?

Yes. Asking his parents and children, Gadinoa woke up physically all the time. They were terribly surprised because besides losing both arms, they also suffered severe injuries such as lacerations and fractures.

If I had what I got from the battlefield, would the pain have stopped appearing on my face...

He seems like a monster who has lost being a human being, remembers his emptiness, and tightens his chest.

"I'm on my way to the Imperial Capital... but, no, I can't, I have to sleep"

Gadinoa, who said no to the boy trying to fall asleep, was brilliant to the extent that it did not affect his parents and children. Anyway, I think about fixing anything that can be cured soon.

Most wounds can be healed if they are healed by brilliant vaporization, and it doesn't take long.

"... Again, there's nothing this guy can do"

However, only the lost arms did not grow just because the wound was blocked.

"Awesome. The wound, which was so deep, quickly healed. My uncle was a capable man. That's what Koukika is, isn't it? I thought I was a soldier because I was down there.... Your uncle's a good kookie, huh?

"That's familiar...... why did you think that?

When I was a boy, I was around ten years old, and it's quick to make it the knowledge I remember in wartime.

"My dead dad made kookies, too, and that dad said so. It's third class that just makes you feel strong, second class that makes you feel quiet, first class knights that can't make you feel anything. I don't feel anything for my uncle Koukika, so I thought you'd be good."

The boy, whose eyes were glistening, answers in a slightly depressed manner.

I don't see a father like that anywhere now. Wait, wait, wait. I was in a place where none of you could come back - if you were a Federation knight, maybe you were putting your hands down.

In an unexpected groan, Gadinoa tightens her chest again.

"A Federation person helps an Imperial person to go to the Empire? Why?"

It was easy to imagine, given the circumstances and the boy's words and actions.

"Well, there's something about my dad, but I think we're each other. It was my father's cliche to be a man of pain. I'm sure the Sword Emperor was a man of the pain. That's why I didn't even plunder like a Confederate knight. I want to trust you because that's the country that people serve."

Not because he can't afford it, but the boy's eyes stare only in front.

- I'm sure humans can do it in a non-contentious way. But that's uninterrupted and difficult, and since it's unlikely to reach as much as that starry sky, we choose the path to take our weapons. We choose the path of making weapons. Believe me one day such a day will come......

Nobody wants to be broken. Nobody wants to be taken away from me. Nobody wants to get hurt. Still break it, take it, hurt it. It should be noted that Vern also had hope, knowing such a reality.

I still believe in humans because I feel so deeply in someone's heart.

"You had a good father"

"Yeah. I'll always be proud of you, Dad."

Seeing the boy smiling proudly, Gadinoa remembered what she looked like in the back of her brain.

A slightly older, separated woman with beautiful black hair. For the first time in my life, I wanted to keep it in my arms, someone I couldn't help but fall in love with.

No matter how long it takes before this, no matter how fascinating heterosexuality you encounter, you probably can't love it the same way.

"... you still tell me to live, don't you?

That's how he felt that the life here was what she gave me.