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

"Hiccup.... hey, I did what I said"

"Don't tell me. I just wanted to ask."

With a slightly heavy foothold, Holoro walks down the streets of Draciera lit by city lights.

Feeling the impression that he was still going to dance at the pace of the Iries, which was about two or three steps ahead - it was not bright, it was a night lane, there was conflict between representative students, it must be a girl even with a horrible look on her face, etc., he was escorting her home after all this thought.

"I think Teacher Piconis is a common sense man, and even if students want to go, they can't forgive him. Holoro, all the more so if you mentioned it. Anyway, if she was a sadist like the kid in the back."

"If we were to get out of the city, we'd be in a lot of trouble."

"It won't be a nuisance. You could lose your job, from the guard nearby who got out to the person in charge on it. It's very tragic, though I know the end of the guard who allowed a certain assassination. Because even if it is good, it will be dried within the industry. Hiccup. The Scary Thing About Losing Credit"

"As long as you don't ask who the killer is... after all, you don't think there's anything you can do about it?

"I can't. Absolutely no more than without the forgiveness of those involved."

After saying it out loud, add that Iris "that's why we need to be forgiven". In such a mouthful, there is some discouragement that seems to have a good idea.

"Maybe you're up to something, aren't you?

"I can't believe you're planning this.... I think the eagle would be nice to share this gentle knight with someone else. Where the eagles both wished, it wouldn't get out of the personal realm. So you just have to get a lot involved from now on"

"Involving you, no way..."

Having guessed what the idea was, Holoro's face toward the Iries unwittingly draws.

"The only thing that gets me involved is a child who can empathize and do all the courage there is. Of course I won't force you because you're going to risk your life, and chilling is out of the question. That's how we organize a large group with one wish, so much so that neither the neutral army nor the Administration can ignore it.... I wonder if the Shizuku Student Prostitution Army"

"That's better than getting out... at a time like this, are you going to be that good?

"Well. You're a low self-esteem, Hollow, because you're a genius involving people, aren't you? You must be a little bit aware that when you went to arbitration on security, your words were stung in the students' chests, right?

"Hands-on or something"

To a hard word to affirm, Holoro stops and tilts his neck.

From the first day the two of us worked on security, it was obvious to the Iries watching by our side.

To his beautiful words emanating from his mouth, with overwhelming and mild signs, the representative students who until then rubbed their scores into their sheaths and shut their mouths to hear them.

Tomorrow is unknown under precarious circumstances, and the words that come into my ear are all vague - for them who didn't know what to believe, his words echoed straight down their path.

Whether it was right or wrong, the unwavering words of faith echoed.

"Let's go around speaking up in between guards tomorrow. Rely on anything you can count on, including eagles. That's all you have to attract people to.... you can be more selfish."

I get suggestions from Iris, who stopped walking ahead, without turning around.

Sometimes, people form a party to mount demonstrations against an unintended system, but her thoughts seem similar and different to this.

The unacceptable reality, which will eventually be visited, remains a difficult but also retrievable path, because it is something that is artificially caused, unlike natural disasters and so on - seek here.

Instead of just raising your voice to a senseless escape from reality, you solicit the will to work for reality.

If my wish becomes our wish, but...

Imagine after the proposal went well, Hollor reluctantly replied without feeling comfortable.

"I repeat, it's just a kid who can do his courage with empathy. It's your own fault for life and death... if the gentle knight isn't convinced. Give up and think of another plan."

Iris, an understander who shared that aspiration, foresees such a mind, and vice versa. The same was true of the fact that my thoughts were still sweet about what I was trying to do.

But there's no way she's going to encourage me to see reality.

The ideals required there do not exist.

There is one way to wait for that time in a neutral country without doing anything, or to take action with knowledge of the many dangers.

"... no. Let's do it."

Holoro, who stood at the crossroads, chose the path to be honest with himself.

After delivering the Eilees, return to En to gather Westerian delegates in their rooms.

"There's something I want everyone to hear"

In addition to key faces such as Django and Nacolin, he stands before representative alternates such as Lunaquin. Asking for calm on the spot, Holoro begins to explain to them.

As I had met with Iris beforehand, I was going to speak to a close student first.

There is a possibility that the neutral army and the Authority, which are moving jointly to defend themselves against the opening of the war on February 14, might go into arbitration action.

I think in that case, and if my power might help, if it might reduce the number of victims at all, I feel like accompanying myself to the South Plains.

It's a commonsense and impossible story, and where I offered to Piconis, I'm definitely rejected. Because I still don't change my mind...

The content itself was not very difficult and the explanation did not take that long.

"... a prostitute army? Because it's about you, and that's not all you want to do."

"It's an anomaly to be this far...... it's not like it was in the time of Divine Trees. I guess you know that too, but what is a gentle knight so versatile? What's keeping you that far?

Django spills at the rate he contemplates. Nacolin raises questions at a worrying pace. Others react similarly or by stopping by, and then I don't see how I can think of it as a joke.

"Because I'm this kind of person, I think these days. There's nothing I can do. I know someone's gonna get hurt, and if I can do something to myself, I can't stand still anymore. I feel weird, so maybe there's nothing I can do about this."

"Tens of millions could be against a number of people? You think that everyone will listen to you? To keep someone from getting hurt, hurting someone? Are you going to scratch me?

"Holloro, I think what you're saying and what you're trying to do is kind of inconsistent. Let's not go to war. We're only seventeen-year-olds... students, aren't we?

Gorandl and Tihania inquire, distorting their expressions as they aroused their thoughts.

Holoro replies, "Although I can't put it into words well......"

Roughly what things are is, people just don't get it, it's over before it starts.

Imagine the haul of things that people don't grasp, feel something, think something, expect something, despair of something. I can get the full picture for the first time when it's all in the past.

And they accumulate in people as experience.

Everyone doesn't know unless it's time to try.

Imagine a world headed to war, feeling nasty, thinking what you can do, and expecting a future in which they reach more people.

Even if it's a contradiction, there's always a settlement somewhere, and because there's a contradiction, people's experiences don't work for the results - win, lose, draw, or - there's one possibility in case, he was determined to fight.

"... what I want is in that contradiction."

It is a desire that goes beyond the realm of one student, too greedy, but I guess someone who moves people's minds is someone who has such a strong desire.

"Ha ha, that's something you've met a strange man at all. And then and beyond, I can't meet a man like you... Why don't I give you another hand? Take me too."

"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, around the South Plains. I'm coming, too. I don't know what I can do, but I still want to stop the war."

If Bojan and Bridgecca show their will,

"You also need the power to lead if people get together. Would that help me a little, too?

"War, I want to stop"

Then Watrod and Cuno show their will.

"With those sparkling eyes, you're always so jealous that you want to go after me... Let me have those eyes, too."

Django also shows his will and stands on the spot.

"... So how are you going to gather that brave army? Do you have a place to collect it? How do you get the Neutral Army and the Administration to recognize you as a proselytizing army? Where have personnel gathered and where is the guarantee that they will be made to acknowledge?

I have a rugged eye and my nacholine is all screwed up.

"I haven't decided yet. I'm going to think about it... so I need your wisdom."

Holloro honestly bowed his head as he thought of Iris' words.

And then Nacolin said, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh already!," he sighed loudly,

"I'm not sleeping well on the day when I head to the South Plains at that rate and you guys didn't come home... I expect to move a lot of people, so I'll focus on doing it or planning. I will not tolerate unplanned."

Show that intention again.

"Until Master Bojan... Fine. I'll go out with you, too."

"I knew you didn't like it, you scared me. But when the war starts like this, my dreams stay away."

Finally, the Golander and Tihania show their will.

Lunaquin says, "Senior, me too..." but Holoro shakes his head to the side and whispers. I wanted to leave it to her, there was something I thought only she could leave to me.

"I want you, because it's you, to be by Mr. Mute"

Lunaquin, who seemed to groan for a moment, nodded "OK" as soon as he became serious. From the alternate representatives, there is no other indication of intention.

It's not a matter that anyone can endorse, and it's only natural that if you spend a short amount of time, you don't have to work your way into companionship.

But without refusing to shut up, he said uniformly, "I'm sorry."

Holoro hears from the tone of their voices that it is a word that came out because they have something to think about the opening of the war. I didn't mean it better than that, but he accepts without blaming them for their will either.

"This is my selfish wish, my personal lust. There is no guarantee anywhere that you can go to the South Plains and come back safely. I can't force you... will you still come with me?

With a firm voice once now, Hollor makes sure.

From the eight who set aside a beat and expressed their will, the glimpse of readiness returned.