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

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

Restrictions on arms control are lifted in the thirtieth year since the signing, but peace is still maintained in the world because both forces did not engage in provocative acts that would increase tension from themselves.

Increased armaments allowed for more personnel, but fewer places served as military personnel, and their roles were dominated by "preparing for the time to come" and "cracking down on civil war".

When that current situation surfaced the possibility that they would no longer be able to pay off remuneration in the future, the military eventually began soliciting requests from civilians - knights and soldiers in a certain or lower class began to receive remuneration only from their clients on a full percentage basis.

Anyway, someone who doesn't earn a steady income leaves the army.

However, unless we knew when we were going to start a war again, we nevertheless had to prevent minimal personnel departure.

By this time, I had some faith in the Administration, but the peace was not maintained because peace had been broken, and all of that was done by both the Federation and the Empire.

Nevertheless, it is also evidence that the world's economy is turning, which can cover labour costs from the private sector.

The creation of an environment in which technicians could safely devote themselves to research made the environment in which people live a better place when it brought further technological innovation to Arcadia.

Especially the many inventions not imprisoned by conventional common sense produced by Dr. Genius Majorillo told prominent researchers, 'Without her, photonstone research would have been a hundred years behind'.

At times, many of the people were smiling as the memory of war faded from the world.

- Twenty years ago. Dalia Road State/Silphiline.

In a neutral country, in a land called the second capital, Gadinoa met a certain man. It's in an alley where city lights can only reach blurry, hidden in the downtown area on rainy nights.

I was around thirty when I was old enough to see my appearance, and I look like some kind of jerk. I can speculate from the way you're wearing a neutral uniform that's tired of a narrow body, that you won't be a knight first.

What's more, the general soldier, even the general soldier, doesn't seem to have much arm standing.

"Grandpa. What's up with that place? No Inn?

I was sitting in the shadow of an alley, and yes, it was the beginning that a man spoke to me.

Since he was over seventy years old, his physical decline has also been remarkable, and Gadinoa had completely lost his body cut.

With the power of its sword emperor, it has been prevented before by any plan to open a war. However, one day they became inefficient until it was resolved, and the Authority was also about to grab their foothold.

And for the first time this day had failed to prevent it. If the Administration hadn't investigated the same case, it wouldn't have been able to solve it. That's the only way I could have carried it.

I can no longer do anything by myself, such, that I understand my limitations of visiting one day -.

"... I'm just a little tired. Leave me alone."

A light-headed man crouches in and meets his gaze.

"I can't leave this one alone, either, in front of doing security and such.... even though I didn't join the army to do this kind of patrol. Not at all, no. We're not good together."

"What do you know about me? Don't you come with me."

"I'm Doug Balm, a senior soldier in the neutral army. What's your grandfather's name?

If he didn't look any further, Gadinoa silenced without even showing a bare gesture to answer. I thought I would give up and pull up within doing so.

It doesn't feel good to be returned to evil to some kind of kindness, no matter how much you can afford to be a person in a neutral country, or as part of a mission.

One loud sigh sooner or later, a man named Dougbalm walks away.

"Why would humans want to break it? Why are you accepting the judgment that war will be waged easily?

At one point, the former weapons manufacturer, at one time the head of a small country, at one time a religious group, and at one time the people, said that a war should be waged with a view to opening it.

For your own benefit, for the benefit of the state, to recruit believers in fear, to clear up the resentment of the past that was being abused - if you give an example, there is no cutting.

The human language, like always planning to start a war, is whimsical, sounds exciting to those who were filled with happiness, and gain empathy for those who illuminated that mistakes were not mistakes.

Attracted by words, they start to behave as if they were right when they grow up partisan. Such they have their own righteousness, and certainly some of them have not waged war with half-way thoughts.

I've been in the dark so far, but Gadinoa doesn't know what it means to do what he's done.

Everything is based on the wishes of Wern-Smitsi. I have dedicated fifty years to defending the world that she loves, but I see no end in devotion or devotion.

On the contrary, over time, it breaks from those in the world, so I don't know extra.

Still, at no time can we stop believing in a creature called man.

"Looks like your words have become a curse.... you wouldn't be."

If I was squeaking, a shadow fell nearby. Doug Balm, who was supposed to have left earlier, is back. In his hand is a wooden vessel poured with coffee that would have been embellished in some outdoor shop.

"If you stay here and get hit by the rain, you can get stuck with your old body."

Once again, he kneels in and offers me that hot air standing vessel.

"You, too, do something I don't know how to move my mind."

Gadinoa looked up, letting her peek into the messy dark-haired gap.

"This should warm you up a bit.... Oh, you're so rude about this"

Doug Balm, who realizes the circumstances of both arms, gives it a bare gesture to drink.

Gadinoa, who refused to let him drink "no need," produced a brilliant arm by shape manipulation, and with his hand he cleverly received the vessel and carried it to his mouth. On the side I could see a surprised Dougbalm.

"One of these days I was in danger of being attacked by a pickup, but apparently a superior capable man. That was a loss to worry about now. So what's your grandfather's name?

"... it's Gadinoa"

It was the first time since the ceasefire that I had named someone that way.

Some time after we met.

Gadinoa was visiting his house as he was invited to Dougbalm.

Even Silphiline is a common renter, and if there's nothing to keep an eye on, I don't see anything that makes me particularly worried. Some of the rooms have a neat impression and are cleaned up without wasted conditioning.

Then there was certainly a sense of life, and I never remembered the stiffness.

"Welcome home. That was slower than you said on the way out, wasn't it? Oh... what about you?

As soon as I opened the front door, one woman appeared to soak up and pick me up. In her arms was held a girl around the age of two with yellow hair.

Both are characteristic of double eyesight, I think parents and children.

"No, sister. There was a lot going on."

Based on its appearance and conversation, I detect the relationship between Dougbalm and his parents and children.

Gadinoa, who went up to the house, was put through to the bath that had been prepared first. I kept getting exposed to the rain all the time and the old coat I wore was cut off wet and my body looks cut off cold.

It's better not to worry about that than to just give them a dry, hand-dried plush, yes, they thought so.

Soaking in that hot tub softly - I picked up a voice outside the bath with a full sensation.

"What happened to that grandfather?

"I picked it up on the side of the road. I can't help but notice what it's like to leave him alone."

Both in a lurking condition, followed by a man's voice from a woman's voice.

"It felt like something just wouldn't happen, but it wouldn't be dangerous, would it? Nene's here now, so are you sure you're okay with that place?

"It's mostly a conjecture, but well, I'm wondering if I'm worried about that. I wish my sister hadn't run away from Draciera's home or something in the first place. What's wrong again this time?

"It would be terrible if I told your father. What did I say about turning Nene into a politician as my trail? My husband doesn't get his head up on your father, and this is how we're gonna have to jump out and protest anymore."

"You're the same again.... No, is this my fault too? It's because of my willingness to reject my father. You can't possibly serve me like this, say something like that."

"I didn't mean to. That's how I'm gonna be humbled again"

That's all I heard, Gadinoa closed her senses completely.

After I left the bath, I was also invited to the table. Apart from the parents and children who had already finished earlier, it became a meal for both of us with Dougbalm.

All the dishes prepared were simple, but the warmth of the dish felt something resembling the warmth of a human heart somewhere.

"Don't hesitate. Let me know if you need anything."

Doug Balm, who had his hands on the dish, says and lowers his neck small.

"... why to the military?

Gadinoa inquired as he paired himself with the speed of the meal.

"Did you hear that? As embarrassing as you are...... it was to know the world that I became a soldier. I took a private request, and I thought this was about knowing people's concerns. When someone gains, it's also when someone loses money. Even this seemingly peaceful neutral nation is constantly asking."

The words continued with a small sigh.

"But I didn't have the power to take on people's troubles. What I've learned since I became a soldier is that I am powerless and that people's troubles are endless and to that extent. This doesn't make me very much a politician or anything. Even so, it just adds up to people."

"What do you wish for?

"Is it the happiness of someone close at best now? It's going to stretch my back more than that."

In the living room adjacent to a room with a dining table, I glance at the lively, playful parents and children - in that way the tone of Dougbalm, who spoke, gave me a glimpse of something giving up my future.

"You can stretch your back. Why don't you tell me?

"... can I help you with that? Dear sword emperor Gadinoa-Lumiops,"

Doug Balm, with his gaze back, narrows his eyes with certainty.

"He must be dead, though?," Gadinoa teased by once.

"I've been thinking about it since I heard your name. It would be unfounded to see you that way, but if he had survived, he would be in his late seventies, well, the least of them would fit.... History is my specialty."

"That's why you invited me home, right?

"You're a mean man. I don't want you to lose sight of it."

"... I'm sorry. No, I know. I'm proud that you still have eyes for people."

Gadinoa grinned, adding more wrinkles to its wrinkled face.

It was also the first time since the ceasefire that I had shown someone such a trick.