The Story of a Different World Dynasty - When I was reincarnated, I was treated like a Necromancer, but I started to wonder if it was bad.

There's been an incident.

Vansan Bigal, winner of the martial arts tournament and ministry under the age of seventeen and captain of the ten, killed Marcel Dufour in a duel and ran off with Miss Nora Rossi, Dufour's fiancée.

The whereabouts of the two men are unknown.

The new capital in November was cut off by this rumor.

Not the common man, not the salon. And the students at school, of course.

"Isn't that a little beautiful?

"But hey, when you ask me if I can get through it.

"What are you going to do now!

Snook Hannigan was the strongest rebellion of the classmates.

Ser Snook, son of the Associate Baron by the Buyer.

He is a boy who must behave more like a nobleman than anyone else, a boy who must keep his outrage visible around him.

No, his outrage is probably from the heart.

"What nobility without fulfilling our duty to society! I have a family name! I have no idea how grateful I am to abandon my house with ease! I see no place in society, no life, no nothing!

Snook's words are true.

"And say. If it is murder in a duel. Because remorse is not a crime, anyway."

On my right, Chiharu with the bow speaks.

"Isn't that good?... I'm still not good at bows."

The arrows released, although the target was removed, cut the soil beside it and drilled a large hole... as a result, they are blowing the target away.

"With as much power as Mr. Chiharu, you can live through yourself no matter what. But... if you say it naively, isn't it an act of cutting off the roots you've been so diligently stretching from yourself?

On my left, Philia will take care of it.

"Brilliant."

I didn't have to wait for a thousand early voices, I was shooting through the center of the target exactly.

"The Admiral also calls it bowing. I just don't have enough arm strength to get my distance."

A little girl sighed, comparing Thousand Early to her own breasts.

"If you are as talented as Lord Phyllia, you can stretch your roots as much as you want."

The two figures pulling the bow are those that sooner or later entered the hall.

Unlike the Japanese bow, it was not an atmosphere where nerves were stretched into tingles, but the area was surrounded by calm air.

The two figures, who never broke focus, even in it, were beautiful.

- Speaking of which, Mr. Sato was a bowman, too.

It's a little ripple that happened in your chest.

Though I'm not even supposed to tell you two about Mr. Sato.

My situation is, at least to the two of us, we have to talk properly someday.

... that thought has grown stronger since I shared my memory with the ghosts.

"I don't know what to think."

Crush it with shaky feelings.

And the arrow I unleashed plundered the end of the target.

"Lord Hiro is halfway there. If your arm is half strong, your aim is half tough."

"You're not focused or ready. Do you still care about Mr. Van Sun?

Naturally.

With that said, we were talking about Van Sun.

"I agree with you that if you have the strength or the talent to pierce it, you can do whatever you want.... but who can't do that, what can we do? You're just gonna have to give up and put up with it?

"Hey Hiro, shouldn't we try the gun again?

I still don't like to aim and shoot, voices from Magnum.

In a normal bow, the strings were cut, and a thousand early bows were sympathy from a boy who was too strong to use.

"I don't know why it didn't work, whether it was a matter of mental control or gun adjustment. You only tried it once, didn't you? All you have to do is fight a bad fight. I'm not dying.... not just guns."

Sure. I have to die. Cheap...... though that might just be too much to say.

"Would you like to go to Otto Meyer's workshop? That's what I promised Meena. How about Magnum, too? If you want to order a new one, I recommend it."

"Hiro, it's time to be aware of 'flying tools'"

That's what Tsukahara told me.

"The knife technique, the long stuff, swallowed faster than I thought. You'll be fine."

... it's just that.

"Originally, they say that swordsmanship is not very compatible with shooting weapons. If you want to borrow the words of the straight wall, the knife technician is a" spinal reflex ". You seem a little nervous to use a projectile weapon."

Indeed.

Insensitivity like knobless is unlikely to be worn.

"What is the teacher doing?

"I'm a bow, aren't I? It doesn't extend to masters, of course, but we can do it there. It doesn't take me long to decide that I can't use a knife."

That's not like letting Murofu Aniki play baseball or rugby......

Is that really helpful?

"Is it a bow, still"

Still, there's nothing you can do if you don't listen.

"It's not just a bow, but later you just said it was around bow guns, spears, stone throwing. Can a psychic use a gun, too? But it's not good to be halfway there. We should still focus on knives and long rolls."

"I will be aware in the future"

Mm, and nod gently.

Sensei Tsukahara, who looked out the window, took over the words.

"But that's the same thing.... Sounds good when it comes to samurai, but that means martial arts idiots. Because she knows nothing else, there are many examples of women who mislead themselves. Not now, not ever."

It reminds me of Dr. Mashimura's innocence, which I don't really think of as an adult.

"Some people recover from it. but many look straight ahead and live to ruin"

Asakura, I think, is also an innocent man.

So live and hurry.

"School students have a good view of things. Fortunately, it's not a good idea to be a martial arts idiot."

The wise, the insightful. To put it badly, the small, eye-catching.

Such a person cannot be an idiot.

"Still, young. I can't read what happens.... I want you to think back once and for all about your parents and your house for generations.... his mentor was moaning when he came looking for Vansan, who had disappeared. Van Sun seems to have lost his parents early. My relationship with my teacher was real."

... Well, you didn't have any parents.

Sensei Tsukahara's words sounded like she was forced to.

"As a heavy stone, if I don't have enough eyes, think Philia or Thousand Early"

No, I guess I expected such a... and an excuse.

"When you think of your mentor, and you think back to Philia and Thousand Early Years, and you think you should move on, don't get lost. Proceed."

Sensei Tsukahara cut in before I could finish or not finish my reply halfway through.

"Hiro, I'm more worried about you in your case. Step in through the knife, but outside of the knife technique, step in is dull and sweet. Caution is different from cowardice/laziness. … I don't know what the circumstances are, but you can live with it."

"... Yes. I'll take care of it."

Little by little here, it's getting hard to hold secrets.

I wonder what to think about this feeling and how to handle it.

"Mm-hmm.

Even when I left the dojo, I heard voices.

(If you bet your life and death on a sword, people will understand)

Asakura?

(Hiro, your master is like me. Unlike me, who's ruined, he's the man who got back on his feet, that one. You almost understood my situation, too. Of course, Hiro, I don't know about you. You must be convinced that amnesia is a lie)

Hey, Asakura!

(You weren't listening? Your master is not going to pry into it. "I don't know what circumstances you have, but it's good to live out of your mind" That's all I wanted to say, that guy.... don't betray your trust)

All right, Asakura.

"Don't forget the mind to step in"... that was the first word Dr. Tsukahara gave me, too.