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

Ten years have passed since the signing of the ceasefire agreement between the Federation and the Empire.

Under the management of the agreement by the Peace Administration, which was launched after its signing, there has been a change of circumstances different from those of the ceasefire that has been repeated since the beginning of the war, and a first degree of peace has come to the world.

Cessation of indefinite combat operations, withdrawal of troops dispatched, return of prisoners - the contents of the agreement were predominantly based on these three, and several other treaties were incorporated.

Typical examples include 'arms control'. This is aimed at limiting arms augmentation and deterring agreement rebellion in the thirty years following its conclusion.

It was not disarmament because it was only a ceasefire and not harmony, and so much so that both forces were exhausted that there was no need for a reduction.

Enhancement beyond a certain value is only temporarily limited, and it doesn't deprive you of anything. Considering that the two forces have had a period of rebuilding, efforts have been made over the past decade to improve the quality of armaments.

During this period, exports from neutral countries to both forces increased considerably.

On the face of it, it justifies reconstruction and so on, but in fact it had the aim of reducing the self-sufficiency of both forces. It was something that both forces understood, but they could not refuse, given the economic situation at the time.

Among other things, with regard to imports and exports of photon stones, it had to be accepted because of its civilized dependence.

While both forces will be in debt, it is the people who were pleased with the assistance of the neutral countries.

If revenues from the sale and manufacture of weapons fell significantly from post-ceasefire arms control, the major arms manufacturers embarked on the development of production in areas of concern to people's lives.

The cessation of the war and the abundance of supplies changed the power that had until then been directed at war so that it could be directed more towards people's lives.

Thus the last decade has also been an era of unprecedented civilizational development.

- Sixty years ago. It was about one late night.

'This was before. I let my people account for the profits of the last decade, and this is what's gonna happen. It's stable, but it's a really boring time.'

"Oh. But today is the end of it. The Federation and the Empire need to be at war. Many people think so. The Federation and the Empire are not sick and tired of being a sole proprietor."

Two men, former weapons manufacturers, were working on one plan.

Large cargo warehouse in a neutral domestic location. It is a place where imperial manufacturers were temporarily bought and built land to keep supplies bought in neutral countries.

There are photon stones stored in that warehouse from various daily groceries - just making it look that way, and the invisible part has a firearms chamber.

Even though it's clandestine, there's no illegality if you're just going to make weapons. But the weapons manufactured here are those officially adopted by the Imperial and Confederate armaments, and unlimited similarities to them.

Will there be two hundred in number?

"No, I had a hard time preparing all this while stealing the Agency's eyes."

'You're all good. Amateurs won't be able to tell.'

"Formally hired goods are useless and elaborate. Well, you're talking about having trouble being imitated. By the way, are the feds okay guys to believe? It hurts if you've flown this far."

"Don't worry. I have so much to talk about that I can't hold my hand over there anymore.... Rumors seem to have come '

A short while later one little fat man visited the cargo warehouse. Behind it are dozens or so of benign men. The man was also formerly a well-known weapons manufacturer in the Federation.

Words are exchanged when an imperial vendor calls for a caution stick that was in the vault.

"How is the tail?

'I have no problem preparing this one. And you?'

Confederate vendors confirm and imperial vendors listen back.

'We've assembled personnel on the street as we should. Focus on those who collapsed from the chivalry class due to the effects of armament management and other matters. They're right behind me. And they too are those who desire that age.

'Great, I think I'll be able to decide soon. You should take your time in the vault.'

Many weapons manufacturers have failed to survive the course of the last decade. To them like that, the signing of a ceasefire agreement was only a result that greatly undermined their interests. So think about waging a war.

What happens if, while fighting is prohibited by the agreement, a human being armed with Imperial Army weapons, for example, armed with Confederate armor, attacked the people of a belligerent country against each other?

A people who cannot discern them as impostors must appeal to you with anger in their hearts.

Sparks can be small if you can start a fire - that's what the vendors are up to. There are still new memories of war in the world, so when you learn the truth, many won't allow you to think like them.

"Don't let your genius break the peace of tomorrow."

Even at least, Gadinoa will never forgive you.

He had been sneaking into the vault for some time, anticipating when all the masterminds were in place to start the war, echoing from the shadows. I had a strong anger at that voice, thinking of Vern's words.

The vendors said, "Who? 'And if you look around the vault, you decide that you are there with someone your husband doesn't even know, and the chivalry breakdown and caution sticks also increase your alertness, and make the score you were bringing with you each.

"... pull your hand any further. Otherwise you won't have tomorrow."

Gadinoa appeared round hips before them like that. I walked over to the group in utter defenselessness, flickering through the stretched, habitual brunette and both sleeves of the green coat.

'What do you think you are, a Doctor? It threatens me that it's the administration.'

Occasionally, the vendors will have a shoulder watermark.

One of them commands you to "finish it off" in a frivolous manner.

One tries to sprinkle a cigarette or pour the prepared liquor into a glass as he sideways watches as the knights collapse and caution sticks head for processing, hands on what he was about to do until just before.

They've never been to a battlefield, so there's no way to know they're sword emperors.

"Ugh, uh-oh, uh-oh!

A scream runs through the vault, scattering blood and a meat mass dances.

Gadinoa was producing brilliant arms through shape manipulation.

It wasn't round hips or anything.

He manipulated his hands with that tremendous energy freely to stretch, waving them at the speed at which the sound slowed down, tearing the knights apart and the caution sticks apart one after the other.

It didn't take much time to get to them without one left who was full of dozens. And then there will remain the lumps of flesh, which cannot even be called corpses, and the sea of blood, and the vendors with blue faces.

"Tomorrow in this day and age, there is no place for you to live"

With a sharp eye, Gadinoa proclaimed to them.

Count and dawn.

"It's the Administration! You are suspected of disturbance……?

Former arms manufacturers from the Federation and the Empire are planning a war - the administration I heard sends officers to protect the ceasefire agreement. We tried to restrain everyone involved and even boarded a freight warehouse that was considered suspicious.

But what the administration saw there was a spreading sight of dry blood.

'There's no one left... again. What the hell is going on?

One of the bureaucrats examining the scene groaned abominably.

Ten years have passed since the ceasefire, and more and more organizations are secretly planning to start a war. The Authority carries out investigations of such organisations and continues its activities to prevent them from happening. In the meantime, certain things have been repeated in recent times.

It means' there is a high probability that someone is destroying the tissue first '.

I can't count on anyone else for all this......

Without letting the administration grab his tail, Gadinoa continued to leap.