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.

Hundreds of people participated in the "samurai symbol".

That primary test was carried out at the "Wang Du Cubi Museum", which was large enough.

To say that there are events and festivals going on all year round in a place called the court.

There was nothing to be tired of or punished for, and the nobles pushed to watch.

In the main guest seat at the front, history.

Sir of the Ministry of Military Affairs, Mr. Miyagi.

Mel Cubi's left and right Kingsguard battalion captain also sits with Squadron Orwell.

Orwell, who tends to say "Hi, it's just a martial arts bone" everyday, but these events look great.

Judges descending on the venue will be served by Kingsguard martial arts teachers, mainly Sosur parents and children.

What takes place in the primary test is the presentation of the "mould".

All the judges are first-rate samurai.

If you look at bare gestures, you can judge a student's skill.

Those who have been told to pass here shall be eligible to come to the final examination.

Whoever is at the critical level of acceptance or rejection shall be given a match.

"Those who serve the Royal Palace and the Back Palace, don't forget about that," they may say.

There will also be tension. In the first place, samurai are not familiar with your methods. That's how good they are.

There.

"Do not use metal weapons"

"It's disrespectful and comfortable to cause a serious injury to someone in front of you."

"See that game first, not win or lose"

And, strict precautions fly in advance.

Did this handover work?

Or "If I show you the fouling of battle guts, you fail," because the student degraded?

... It was a really graceful game.

"Enough to come and see?

It is the slightly less skilled who are playing the game.

"Even if my arm is somewhat inferior, it would be nice if my neighbor's brother did his best," said the common man, enthusiastic, not an event like the Far East Martial Arts Games.

What brings together a nobleman who remembers each arm and has fattened his eyes?

"It's more important than watching a game to 'use these opportunities to talk to people you don't hang out with every day' or to 'buy a story for later'."

Though I can understand the words of my Kingsguard companions.

It is a culture that I don't really want to stain.

And the final exam.

This one was also graceful.

By the time you pass the primary exam, you will be hired.

The final exam of the "Samurai Mark" will be held in Kingsfu, in the training grounds.

His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness the Prince will come to the special viewing area at the front.

An audience member for the primary exam surrounds it.

And in front of His Majesty, at the workout.

Primary exam passers will now use a serious (or metal weapon) to watch a "coaching match".

Either Ray or Erkühl, in the form of a request for a norm role.

Elquille doesn't know how to do it on a daily basis.

But just now, was it included in my adoptive father, Ray Sosur?

Give one hand first to the newly recruited samurai.

After taking their "full indulgence" loudly with the shield of their left hand, without fail, and putting it into His Majesty's sight.

Play the opponent's gains in an instant, or sift the one-handed sword of your right hand to perfection.

I was finishing the coaching match.

Every time the game is over, there is a big applause from the audience.

Celebrate the future of the samurai with an award for the skill of Sosur parents and children.

Following the primary exam, today the training ground was full of audiences.

His Majesty's departure was pushed by a middle-class and upstream nobleman qualified to enter.

While cautious enthusiasm covers the venue.

A familiar figure stepped down to the training ground.

It was a fume that was "on schedule" through the type audition of the primary exam.

After instruction from Erkühl, he was recruited by the "Guardian of the Waterfall Gate".

Other than that, somewhat unexpectedly.

Moussa Hekmatial was taking this samurai symbol.

With a view to recruiting in the "Guardian of the Waterfall Gate" frame.

"The Hekmatcheal family, though it would be enough as a family name. Does your kinship's predisposition not affect you?

I tried to bump my doubts.

It was hitting work together, to Philip Valois.

Kingsguard on this day is the role of venue organizer, or study supervisor.

"We also pledge our strong loyalty to the Hekmatcheal family, to the royal family or to His Majesty. My fellow aristocrats just hate the fact that the tactics are too forceful and the means used against the political opponents are too cynical."

Is that what it is?

Horizontal relations… "dating fellow aristocrats" and vertical relations… "loyalty to Your Majesty" is a different story.

Even the nobles who dislike Hekmathials say they are obsessed there.

Again, I still don't understand the aristocratic society.

And one more question.

"If you're a Hekmatcheal personality, you don't have to be a waterfall entrance. Isn't it possible to recruit close guards?

The one who answered that question was still standing beside me...... Moosa's best friend, Timur Bentham.

"Yeah. It's possible. But he's a sidekick."

Ma, sure. Certainly not the "honest official" type.

He's the guy who kept reading easy-going sunny rain until after thirty, and hey?

"'I can't stand working every day, like a Kingsguard or a censorship angel. I'm not telling you to be a general, but I can't play my part unless you keep at least a hundred or those soldiers there. Isn't that why you've been trying to sell it? This opportunity, even if it was low status, it would be more convenient for me to stand in a position where I could meet directly with the cabinet and His Majesty' …"

Competent lazy, is that good to say?

"From that Moussa, we are following a message. 'I am grateful to His Excellency Karewala. If you continue to have a chance to engage with Lord Filia or His Excellency the Duke of Merle, I would definitely ask you' …"

Omnidirectional diplomacy, huh?

The bright end of the spectrum is that he seems to be a shameless man in the name of Hecmatial.

Even though they spotted the sideliness... no, they would have spotted it.

Because they're masters, Ray Sosur.

A one-handed sword poked at Moussa with an inch stopper painted an even more dreadful orbit than the other samurai.

Also somewhat unexpectedly, Marco Grimm was taking the exam.

Indeed, one of the recruitment criteria, "identity" … "not too heavy, not too light", has been fulfilled.

Because the Grimm family is a jury, but their character is similar to that of the Muellers of the Thousands of Early Years and the Summers.

The problem is martial arts arms.

Although Marco is also desperately encouraging after his lung disease has healed.

I have to say, "inferior" compared to the close guard, the Takiguchi.

but Marco's taste is witty.

As a grandson of "Inside the Mountains," he also receives a full backup.

Has property, intelligence know-how, and the "hands and feet" of a Ninja group.

Perhaps discussions with the Mel family had led to prior insistence.

In the primary exam Marco was recruited after being turned to the match.

In the final exam, Ray Sosur still gave me pretty strict guidance.

Marco, who, like his brother Grimm, specializes in one-handed swords and spears, was also the gatekeeper of the Sosur dojo.

Did Ray show a "don't spoil me because I'm in the same door" attitude?

Was it a unique encouragement for the master, "so as to encourage more and more in the future"?

In any case, Marco Grimm also decided to be recruited by the "Guardian of the Waterfall Gate".

Now I can stand up as a "Grimm Branch".

Philia, who had refrained in the corner of the workout as an early attendant (or guarantor), was also smiling.

... Yes.

Thousand Early Years, I was taking this "samurai symbol" exam.

There was no need.

As "with Clementia", she was in the position of "'Hiring Color Nashi' woman" with Filia, because it was decided to go inside the Yakan.

I had a clear understanding of the motive behind this exam.

The Sosur Dojo is located outside the King's Capital.

Thousand Mornings, in the position of samurai of Philia, did not get a chance to visit.

She has trained in martial arts at the Mel family training ground for the past six months.

The level of the Merle family training ground is never too low.

Even for Thousand Early Years of "Master Three Steps," it should be a full practice environment. I am not dissatisfied.

but still.

He wanted to see Ray, Elquille.

He wanted to play a game, even if it was a courtesy instruction. That's the thing.

Thousands of early days are samurai.

Primary exam of late date.

As the escort women are gathered to present the mould archery.

She had been told to pass early.

And on this day, a coaching match with Erkür Sosur.

Two geniuses, ten meters across the street.

I just exchanged a thank you.

I was jumping in.

Erkühr and, during the thousands of hours.

I felt like I was different from what I had eaten in August.

Though I didn't know if this was the full force from the bottom, or that far.

The only thing Elquille was releasing is for sure that it was "real killer".

So I was jumping in.

To a position that covers thousands of early hours.

From behind, I'm impatient for a thousand years.

One more thing...... no, I felt a bunch of movements of my mind from all over.

Thousands of early spirits were as strong as ever.

I was raising my arms, more than I was at the match two years ago.

Still, it can't even extend to the impending killing of Erkühr.

This time, he's dead.

I thought so.

I'm angry at my stupidity.

I'm a normal person.

For once, he said he was dead.

No punishment again.

Mr. Tsukahara, Master Li. Matsuoka-sensei for Maki Sensei.

Not many times in the audition, he was skipped for murder.

That's what I thought when I saw him die.

No, it's not.

That was instruction.

It was a pseudo death.

It was a piece of paper somewhere, a piece of neck skin, a killing intent that would leave me.

Elquille's flying. This is what kills me. Death.

Still, I stepped in.

There was no regret.