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

- Eventually, I'm coming. February 14th.

Noon when a snowcloud in the sky sends loose powdered snow down the snowfields on the ground.

In the South Plains, 2,000 Meida square in size, two hundred thousand Confederate troops were laid in the east and two hundred thousand Imperial troops in the west as well.

It is marched in the form of empires matching the size of the Federation, all with enough leeway in the rear fortified cities. Now, not a single footprint has yet been put on the white that spreads to 500 medas between them.

For the weather, the sight was good, and from each other's formation we could see how the other was doing.

The Confederate forces will deploy their forces around the First and Second Knights with Shire, a marshal to the Supreme Commander.

In contrast, the Imperial Army has deployed its forces around the Black Saints, First and Second Knights, with the Emperor, Laterios, on the Supreme Commander, and the Camulios on the Auxiliary, but virtually this could be described as a puppet of the Sword Emperor.

"Hey, what's going to happen to this?

"Damn, it makes my body feel better. You're telling me I'm freaking out?

"Hey, I don't like it, I don't want to die... I want to die"

"I'll do it, I'll do it"

Refrain from fighting on this scale to the present, someone spits solidly, someone is irritated by their beating sooner, someone shivers their knees, someone is flabbergasted without feeling realistic.

The air that strokes my skin makes me feel colder than I actually do.

Only a handful of them are ready.

"As I was telling you, are you sure?

Confirmed by Shire at the rear of Federation headquarters.

Alan, who nodded and replied, slowly slipped out of the Federation formation. Looking at the Imperial Army headquarters in the front, he rocks his gray hair and kimono hem and progresses in time with the moonlit beauty on his hips.

Come and talk to me. Let us hear your Lord's despair in this body......

Push and spread the photon - I feel signs of an intimidating sword emperor ahead of delivering non-intimidating signs. Until then, if they attacked me with all the troops, I would have struck out on my last bet.

If the sword emperor is to come out alone, Shire will not issue a decree of response, but will show him to watch over what he has accomplished.

"Oh, hey, what is he?

"That's Kensei. Hmm... give me an evil lift."

Laterios, who lays on the throne set behind the Imperial Army headquarters, peeks at it with a telescope and hesitates. Gadinoa, who reads the emotions that can be delivered to such a throne, snorts small in dissatisfaction.

"Isn't he coming this way!? We have to do something about it... and give orders to the whole army! Stop him now! All units, assault! Assault!"

"Calm down, brother, there will be no light-hearted orders!

Camurios, who was by the throne as well, condoned the laterious that disturbed him from fear. Continue, take one suggestion to Gadinoa.

This is also equal to what you have wagered on a mere desire, which arises from a single heart that wants to avoid a war at all costs.

"... How about it depends?

"Ho?" and the devil's eyes narrow slightly.

"Even if a lot of them died here, saying it was an accident from some unfortunate mistake... it wouldn't be our hope to end up in a pain-sharing, would it? If you prove that you can defeat Kensei and lead the Empire to victory, let us promise that our Empire will go the hegemony."

"I took quite an interesting word for it. Apparently he expects me to lose."

Camrios has not responded to the words that poked at the stars.

"Fine. Let him give up, or let him give up... that's a root race."

The concerned gadinor turns his consciousness back in time.

Intuitive of the change in signs, Alan stopped on the spot and gazed.

From the head of the Imperial Army headquarters, we clearly see him walking out of his hands with a white and black double sword. Even at a distance of 400 medas, the contour cannot be misseen, it cannot be forgotten.

"Stop that man. … help me now for once"

As he pulled out the beauty under the moon in prayer, Alan kicked momentum into the land of snow.

At the same time Kensei was moving, so was the Sword Emperor.

Looking ahead at each other, step by step, step by step, step by step, the distance and speed at which you step in. A brilliant body cuts the cold wind. The powdered snow that was accumulating on the rushing trajectory winds up.

The distance, which was 400 medas, approaches rapidly, in the middle of the interval between the formations laid by the two armies.

Less than ten seconds after the kick out, that's when I visited.

A knife waved in a blink of an eye and a blow of a double sword cross the momentum to set the sound aside easily. The contact between the brilliance and brilliance that strayed from its normal trajectory causes an interfering aftermath that would blow across the South Plains.

A wave of power surrounding him blows up the snow that was accumulating around him to expose the earth of the original lawn. By and large, the central earth ends in a state of stripping that has not fallen a single grass leaf.

But even with all the clashes, they never suffered one scratch.

Immediately thereafter, he begins to repeat the same degree of collision as if he were also breathing. The brilliant blue and white light cracked the atmosphere, the white flash burned down the grass on the South Plains, and the black distortion drilled a hole in the earth.

I'm 200 medas away from the formation of both armies, but that's all I can feel.

I can instinctively make you understand that if you get another fifty medas close, there will be no life.

The knights of both armies were frightened when they saw the sight of being too realistic against that awesome sign.

Someone in it was so shy that he became unconscious when he was frightened. Someone who was aiming for the height of the capable was impressed by forgetting even that fear.

Whether you are a soldier, a knight, a general soldier, or at times a general public who is not a soldier, the legend of Kensei and the Sword Emperor sounds familiar.

Even if the old knight, who survived the war seventy years ago, testifies, the world will never believe it.

It was made laughable that it was an utterly absurd story, like the one the historian had legged with a joke.

That's exactly what they're seeing right now.

It was such a terrible thing to call a man about Winde 'Kensei'...

Someone in the Knight who was in the Federation Headquarters revamps his rating for the title Kensei.

I was too ignorant to look down on a double swordsman that day......

Someone in the knight who was in the Imperial Army headquarters revamps his perception of the existence of a sword emperor.

I saw a height I could never reach, I can no longer remember......

Someone with a high level of consciousness as a knight thinks there is no regret in losing his life on this occasion.

None of that, no matter how many, will enter the duel between Kensei and the Sword Emperor.

Gadinoa, once distanced, approaches as he slashes the void many times with the white sword of his right hand.

Alan cautioned against where the opponent had slashed him.

It seemed like a futile move at first glance. I knew that was one of the sword emperor's fearsome abilities.

I flew sideways trying to stay ahead of me later, at that moment, feeling an invisible threat to the space on the side I was headed for - a space my opponent slashed a few steps ahead of me.

Shape-engineered photons burst into sharp blades. This was concealed by the ability of the photon to refract light, which was prefixed to space.

Enough has passed since the battle began, but only for what its right hand slashed, there were countless traps set around it.

Still, Alan was calm.

Since it is not the ability to hide even the signs, it is sufficient to offset them with instant detonation exercises by the sensation. Whether that was overhead, behind it or under my hip, I could handle it.

Nevertheless, the attack of the most powerful sword emperor of the Empire and the man who is called, cannot be to that extent.

"Ahhhhh, ruh!

A tempered Gadinoa kicks on to determine the ground and plays a large chunk of earthen stone.

Alan paid more careful attention to this attack, which he would not have had to avoid if it were just that.

Soil stones scattered through the ground violently, black slaughter flashes from its falling shadow. The black sword wielded by Gadinoa's left hand was being carried out by the Dark Elementarized Photon's ability to connect space to space, ignoring the actual distance.

The power of this blow cannot be offset by instant explosion drills.

Avoid this at terrible intervals by turning your body against the minimum necessary.

"As good as ever"

It sandwiched little between them and was now slashed directly into them. Alan, who was not out of sight during the onslaught, also dealt with this with a moonlit beauty without difficulty.

"Your Lord will fight clever too"

With a little strength, I can push Gadinoa away from the impending situation.

Once again, at a moment's gap where the distance was vacant, Alan gave two kinds of brilliance to the beauty under the moon - aiming for a parallel standing position in the formation laid by the two armies, unleashed an unadulterated moonshadow on the vertical front line.

A running stream of vertically stretching blue and white light plunges straight through as it lavishly extinguishes the land it plunders. Wind holes in the falling powdered snow sky.

Against the power that its brilliance holds, the choice that the servant Gadinoa could also take is to fly aside and avoid, only that choice.

Large grains of dirt and sand broke out and the wind blew wildly.

With the aftermath of such a blow, the battle is broken.

"You're still used to your shoulders... if you stop it, take it seriously"

Gadinoa roars his voice, paying for the dust drifting in front of him.

"It is to stop, but don't get me wrong. I'm here to interact with your Lord."

Alan unraveled the arrangement and chose the words.