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

"- Holoro-Fiodiante"

The letter's knot was accompanied by the author's name. It belongs to a kind knight of the world fame, who grabbed one miracle at the end of his ideals and contradictions. No one among the knights knows the name.

"Sorry, Cuzel, it's getting late"

By the time I finished reading it, the person I was talking to on the comm just arrived in the reception room.

A child-faced woman with lovely braided yellow hair. It stands like a moderately disintegrated central government agency plain uniform on a body that has developed considerably.

The way he was still breathing heavily on his shoulders, he could see that he had been running rather quickly.

Called Cuzel, he called her Tasha like that.

"You've had your thoughts faster since we got in touch, haven't you? Hi. Sounds different than normal late, though?

"It could be an excuse... I saw my grandmother carrying a large load on her way to the station on her way to work, and the station was close again and there was time, so I was helping her carry it, and so..."

Continue to hear the cause of the delay as you return the closed note to the envelope.

"Actually, you think there's some very valuable material in the contents of that large package, and the mysterious black clothes organization trying to get it back and the mysterious white clothes organization fighting it suddenly appear, and I come and go over the building protecting my grandmother anyway, knocking down black and white clothes, reporting..."

"Seems like a lot's happened, but is it the end of you being here?

"Yes. I left it to the branch of the agency once I had a paragraph.... By the way, what were you looking at?

Tasha glances at the envelope with an intriguing face.

"It's a letter from that kid. I'll show it to you later."

"Wow. I'm glad to hear that again"

"Oh...... I cried a little bit."

Paying lightly for the eye area with his fingertips, Cuzel closed the envelope with care.

I greet you again with the President of the Council back in the reception room.

After a while, if I participated in the kick-off ceremony that took place at noon, I was given the opportunity to introduce myself to all the school students.

The story of a new instructor coming from the central government agency for a year only was already known within the school, and if he took the stage and showed himself in front of the students, the blurring occurred.

"Hey, is that story true? That's Alan-Smithy... '

'What do you think? There's talk of someone flushing half the fun. "

'My dad was on the battlefield back then, but he had long gray hair, and he was as beautiful as a creation... look, don't you feel it matches all kinds of things? That would definitely be it, wouldn't it?

'I'm just seeing it by assumption. That legendary sword saint is not supposed to be a teacher, is he?

What they were interested in was uniformly about the qualities of the new instructors. Half-heartedly, they have the view that the new teacher is the same person as' Sword Saint Alan-Smithy ', but this is correct.

Five years after the miracle of Ortimea, he is named Cuzel when he is a teacher. Separately, I didn't throw away my original name, I still go by Alan-Smithy among the central government agencies.

For one thing, I am in a better position to use it separately.

"Nice to meet you. I've been sent here by a central government agency. It's Cuzel. We're here to help you all become better knights."

I just greeted him with a face that didn't eat anything and ended up giving him a shitty descent.

Cuzelle had an iron rule that she wouldn't say or do anything extra.

Once the opening ceremony is over, it will be a separate time in each classroom.

"Pfft. Did you find out something?

Tasha chuckled, remembering how the opening ceremony was.

Cuzel meets her footsteps in the hallway with her. Over the next year, I will even head to the classroom I will have inside the Knight Training College in Lucendert. I remember the same thing happening about five years ago.

"I should have cut my hair, changed my outfit, and fixed my language, but... didn't I need to change my name until you? Wouldn't have spread the name much, would it?

I doubt it and ask Tasha why.

"What do you care what you're saying?... No. That's sweet, Cuzel. Communicators and the like have been invented. From now on, it will be an age of information. Mechanisms are also being developed to make it easier to inquire about each aspect and to identify individuals from trivial information. Nene-Velvetta, who was with John Smith, is an important clue that leads to Alan Smithy, so!

All the while, Tasha proudly clenches her fist.

"... but it's been five years since then. I want to be an associate instructor first, and I'm sure you're just as different as I am, probably a fan or something."

There was still a letter aftertaste in his heart, and Cuzel was aware of the flow of the moon.

"... I won't let you get away with it, will I? Wherever you go."

Mischievously narrow your eyes, put your index finger up, and do an unusual trick to show it.

Well, I meant her words everywhere.

It brings a second life in the Shizukuishi of the Divine Tree. I am responsible for the sentimental qualifiers who trace their tragic fate.

Even if she is forgiven by the person who brought it on, she has a desire to keep an eye on it until the end of it.

That's why I meant her words everywhere.

"... thank you, Lord Nene"

"It's Tasha. Don't inadvertently call me"

"It was. Let's just say we're careful."

Cuzel spilled nature and a grin.

Face Tasha and I in front of the classroom we were on our way to, showing each other without words. One deep breath followed her back as she opened the classroom door and proceeded. The face keeps softening.

It was a staircase class, and there were about fifty students seated there.

The majority are sending curious glances.

On the other hand, there are several such students who are unassociated, who look down, who are frightened, and who are alert.

It is generally difficult to say that everyone is welcome.

Being a sophomore, their uniform appeared to give them a personality by wearing them down a little.

Sometimes it is a prestigious school, its students, who make it a regular martial arts festival and decorate podiums many times, and its strength is extraordinary. It was far exceeded by the degree of strength of the teachers generally employed.

For this reason, the replacement of instructors is also intense in Lucendert, and many cannot serve for a month.

If you return that underestimated attitude, Cuzel is being tried.

I remember when it just happened......

But I won't make mistakes like that again...

He is not frightened to that extent, being a special seconded instructor of institutions.

"This is Cuzel, who will serve as instructor in this classroom from today, as well as in practical training in general. And I became his aide, his deputy instructor. I'm Tasha. Nice to meet you"

Tasha, standing on the stage, greets the students lovingly.

"Oh, I knew you were handsome. What do you think? '

"Not Interested"

"He's a teacher from the center. Because of this, let's see what it's like. '

'It's the same as last year. Anyway, a replacement instructor will be here any minute.'

'You idiots. I keep this close, and... you don't see that bad sign?

In the classroom, the voices spilled by each of the students make me confused.

"So, Cuzel, I'd like your usual word, please"

Cuzelle, who took her place with Tasha, looked at the students' faces from the lecture. By silencing, I drew their attention and inquired in a calm voice. I had different thoughts.

All of the wishes in its heart began with that one word.

Forget how to fight, a time when you couldn't throw away your weapon forever.

Someone sought strength to protect people, someone sought strength to kill people, and someone sought strength to excel in martial arts. The way of society in time, every one of them is right and every one of them is wrong.

We need faith in choosing any path, and without that belief we will be lost.

I just don't need to walk alone on the path I seek.

Only for one day I can relate to someone, the path in front of me opens up bigger. He knows it, having grown old and rejuvenated and became a teacher at the Knight Training School.

"I ask you one question.... What is a knight to you guys?

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