January and July are the seasons for regular personnel transfers.
The junior of the New Metropolitan School also debuted in public.
Albert, seventeen, the second son of the Cecil family, who specializes in infrastructure development, mainly in ports.
Ethan and I were childhood friends and valuable friends who could not hesitate to deal with each other...... Early greetings were also upbeat on the topic of Shimei and "The Flower Street of the King's Capital".
The type "work and play". He's a dick, and turning him over to his enemies is a lot of trouble.
Another good friend of mine, the drooping Talleyran... Frederick Talleyran, 17, also came.
Bring this one to a place where you're not that tall, second boy.
Although, normally, the New Capital doesn't have more trouble talking about employment.
"My father seems to be looking to return to King's Capital in his brother's place"
Do you want to make a foothold in the king's capital for that, too?
It is the sincere desire of the civilian aristocracy out there.
"You're welcome. You used to rely on me."
This is an honest thought.
Frederick is a typical deputy temperament. Military or not, political, but an adjuster can reassure you wherever and whatever you want. The boy who was educated that way and "raised himself" that way.
You rely on me because you "see" Kalewala's lack of manpower and his role.
No, you don't. Probably a simpler reason. My temperament is similar.
Horses fit because we see it with each other. From the first time I saw him in the wilderness of Daghda, he was able to breathe.
But if that's the case.
I shouldn't be Frederick.
Me, who's been spending time as Philia's deputy.
As I grew older with one and two, and grew a little heavier, they began to say, "I shouldn't do that".
To Count Tachibana, to the Etzio Border Uncle, and to Philia and Thousands of Early Days.
I know what I'm going to do.
That's why.
Put it aside and exchange it with a mirror.
Flip to see who we are.
- It's not easy again.
And that's exactly what "friends" came for. A boy at the same gate, no, a young man.
"Sinnoske...... what about your arms?
"I'm here because I'm okay, Hiro. The prosthetic hand you accommodated is doing great too...... Oops. Thank you for your help for a while, Baron Karewala."
Stop it, please! And laugh ridiculously.
"Will you put on an archery? ……
To the ministers, I tried to breathe.
Am I the one who needs an audition? No, what do you say? Mutual?
"I've been coached by three teachers for two years."
Sinnoske's eyes also dwelt on the colour of suspicion.
"Honestly, I thought you could do it. I thought it would be a thousand years early to try. Hiro, why are you improving when you're supposed to be in pursuit of work?
The temper sprays from the swordsman of the ship's arms. With a wind close to killing.
The Brotherhood crowd also rose. And some shall not despair, but some shall lag behind, and some shall be frightened.
Still no one has escaped...... joy in that fact.
A filled heart gave rise to a loose smile.
"Come on, Sinnoske. I'll tell you.... he almost killed me a few times just like you right now."
Erkür Sosur, a raw samurai who sees himself as a mighty enemy without being able to speak up.
Sinnoske in front of me is also showing the same appearance.
I learned that I was finishing up as a pure samurai from the "instrumental poverty" that I should have been able to be both a soldier and a civilian.
"Who is it!... Huh? What, Hiro? Grieving for what?
The face of a man conscious of the heights to aim for, that in his memory...... though he returned to the boy.
I can't go back to being a boy when I sink in remorse.
If you could have "distracted" Erkür, as you did with Sinnoske.
If I had a little more "arm" when I was a samurai symbol and had room to do so.
(It's not over yet! You can take it back from now on!
(Bite the bitter taste of remorse, etc., ten years early)
Eighty years early.
(How do you know it's not cool with that face?
(Sinnoske came to see me because of you, and you're not happy?
Oh, yes, yes, I get it!
"It's Sosur Dojo. You know what?
Though I also teach the dojo that Timur went through.
Sosur Dojo is still the first place for the pure spiritualist Shinnosuke.
"Oops, that's why I'm here in King's Capital. He's got territory not ten kilometers away... No, you're the same guy, I'm the fruit payer"
That's not all, is it? Listen and be surprised.
"I bought up a private house just outside the dojo. It's the 'dorm' of the Karewala family. Stay free to sleep.... Just show your face to Iwamori Hall once in a while, okay? Because there's Magnum, and Calvin comes a lot."
"For the training of the royal party crowd," he excused, "this is a scatter."
When I find time, I go to archery, and I'm the one throwing my sore body on the dorm floor.
Because I'm not going to abandon being a "swordsman" yet.
No, because I don't feel like throwing it away.
I'm glad to hear that, Sinnoske with loose cheeks.
It's not that I can use the dorm, I'm still waving the knife, I was happy about that.
"As I wrote in my letter, Dr. Tsukahara will also come. I'll be back to say hello."
- The battle with you, too, then. In front of the teacher...
It was a tacit deed of early spring, exchanged by gaze.