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.

"Why?"

"You know that. Mr. Hiro is the owner of a family, and he's the owner of a territory."

Still, trying to overlap "why you". I was controlled by my gaze.

Who else is there? and.

Because it's the family's way, I get it.

For Sosur Dojo, of the four Normal Dynasties, he said that the "replacement works" … "it doesn't hurt to let him die" is just one man in front of him.

The man smiled soberly.

"I'm not going to lose at all. Do they insult me?

At Sosur Dojo, we shot each other many times. I was coached.

There can't be any feelings of insult. We know each other well.

Still, I'm the one who made you say that.

That's why I have to say excuses.

"It is only natural for a disciple to believe in the triumph of our master"

You can't beat Dr. Tsukahara.

You know that.

"Do I look pitiless in speaking of my beloved master?... he's a freak. I have heard about your work on the battlefield. Even though you're showing strong intentions in the public realm. It's in the dojo, isn't it?

"Oh well," he murmured.

A man who erased his emotions from his eyes that were narrowed to see even something dazzling.

I corrected my posture.

"'For us, this is the battlefield'. You understand, don't you?

You're not ready, that's what I was told.

I should no longer inherit the word.

"I apologize for the disrespect. … Note that if you want anything"

"Master, let's try to imitate Ray Sosur. I entrust the will to Mr. Hiro. Here you go."

And the man, he lost his life.

Take a serious battle against Tsukahara Sensei.

By will, one young man was replaced to take the seat of the Master.

Ray is dead, Elquille is missing.

Still, the dojo, one of the best in the Wang capital, boiled down to further metabolism.

Serious battles took place, before that.

The four Normal Generations had been defeated by Tsukahara Sensei in a "greeting" at the dojo.

Still, the place was surrounded by a nasty atmosphere all the time.

Sergeant Miyama, the soldier, was just one of you, putting his anger on the face.

Don't let your patrons blame you and incite you.

I can't help but sign up for fulfillment, that's the samurai.

What does the palace think of its heart?

"You're the one who doesn't know your heart, Hiro. Remember the Brotherhood of the Mel family. The incompetent depart, and the inferior give way to the superior. Would it be the same in the palace? There will always be competition, and if we do not deliver results, we will resign with blame."

You don't give in, you can withdraw to Master Sophia.

You're not resigning, you're being pushed around.

... Though I didn't feel like saying it until I defied my mentor.

"Isn't that what you shouldn't resign as a teacher? Even though an excellent backward step exists, enough to leave it to later. If you lose, you can win next. No, you just have to brush your arms to win. Losing shouldn't be shame or ruin in itself."

I am not a politician or a soldier.

A samurai...... a samurai is exactly the person who lives in "art".

A rare being that can exist as an individual without having a home or a fraternity.

One arm, shouldn't you be free to live?

No, I want them to live free, always standing between life and death.

I know it's just a selfish wish.

"Live in the sword, and die is the swordsman. Your Majesty, the Palace is well known to you."

It's good to live the snowflake in your chest.

It's good to die on the sword.

That's what free will is. But.

"Just annoying people (him)!

I couldn't help throwing up.

I've been scraping myself and rooting for what?

It's all ruined!

By the time we got there, we should have made it.

"Around greetings" becomes "dojo breaking" if you make a mistake. Destroy the place.

That's why I ran around to follow up.

He asked in advance for a direct leg lift to greet him.

I spoke to all the high brothers who were the Lord as well as the Normal.

I also accepted the honor of the Sergeant of the Military Ministry, Miyama.

On that day, he took dozens of Karewala one-party escorts.

He told guests about Phyllia and Thousand Mornings, and a few moderates of the Merlot Party crowd.

All this to prevent "hate matches" and "thank you" after Tsukahara Sensei beat the four of them.

Because even if the teacher is convinced, there can be enough anger for the disciples.

I don't think "I ended up worried".

This is how we managed to prevent an outbreak in the field.

I'm proud of that.

They should have been convinced, too. Yet......

I got a nasty mouth. It should be noted that I was unable to handle my emotions.

Dr. Tsukahara didn't scold me for that.

"You're too honest, Hiro. The 'there' world seemed flooded with well-informed people. Should it be regarded as a warm but not hot society? Wow... you'd be a vicious criminal if you were alive."

Tsukahara Stream/Teppanyaki's Straight Wall Ochi.

It is limited to not dealing with strange disciples who tend to be fierce when life or death takes place.

There are other things that need to be mentioned.

"It was brilliant"

To lose the authority and face of the Sosur Dojo is "no choice".

I also understood that it was the industry's … or the "learning" of the world.

But I didn't expect you to develop your reputation even further afterwards.

The Master, with his own self, let him defend the honor of the dojo.

Though it may be the same as the Brotherhood defending its home.

I didn't choose that way of life with a martial artist, even though I couldn't.

"A samurai and other unselfish windmills. But your guard doesn't seem like it."

From my eyes, he was an "out of reach" man to Tsukahara Sensei.

Still, the elderly teacher left something behind.

"Being a dojo enough to get the guards out, I was shown....... Elkür Sosur to Ray Sosur. I missed you."

Ray, the teacher, Elquille, the disciple.

He said he was worthy of it. He said he was never an ineligible person or anything.

Is that the swordsman's will, too?

Oh, I guess I won't forget.