Kendo.

It is one of Japan's leading martial arts, but as there is the phrase "thank you for beginning and ending with thanksgiving," it is said that the main focus is on spiritual training aimed at caring, respecting and enhancing each other rather than defeating the other.

Then isn't Kendo practical, and that's not true at all?

I don't even have to explain the Kendo Triple Stage, but what is notable is the diversity of its Kendo.

In Kendo, take your hands off and hold the bamboo knife. This will cause the tip of the sword to move heavily without moving the arms, and the slaughter that will be released will draw various orbits.

Unlike other martial arts, while an attack is limited to one of the swords, one of them creates an infinite trajectory at an invisible rate.

Let him hold the stick for now and he's invincible. That's Kendo.

"I missed you."

And there's one girl who runs into such a kendo field.

I'm Yayoi, a cat-eared samurai, who has been summoned back by the momentum of a broken heart the other day.

I'm not wearing protective equipment. Or because of the cat ear, I didn't even get a hand tug on the face.

Because of that, I've got wings that sound good in the economy from my head, but I'm okay with it because Mr. Glios is also being modest.

Or if you don't, Mr. Yayoi's skull is submerged in every cat ear. Don't worry about what's going on with the bones near the cat ears.

"No, I'm young, and I'm a woman, but I have a good sword. I wish my son was half talented."

The opposing Mr. Glios also has a bamboo knife but is not wearing protective equipment.

Even when they told me to put it on because it was dangerous, I ended it with a "tedious" word.

Because Anda-kun was a part of it at first, but Anda-kun doesn't use much protective equipment because what he does is old-fashioned swordsmanship, not Kendo.

I mean, no one's done kendo while I've been explaining it for a long time at the beginning.

It had to have something to do with it at first.

When I realized something, it was irrelevant.

Plot is important.

"On the contrary, Lord Glios and Lord Anda are too old and unscrupulous. Don't you hurt yourself by making that move?

"Oops. I was recently prescribed wet cloth medicine because my body came to the boulder, but this works well inside."

Apparently, the former emperor came to Japan and smelled like a damp cloth in exchange for his health.

Don't tell me that Mr. Makami, who has a good nose, is occasionally bored because of it.

Because of this, Mr. Limbell may secretly use it. What did you care about being an Anda family with a higher average age?

"But you seem to have blown it off a bit. Come to the other world with all the momentum of a broken heart. This stupid girl."

"What is a fool!? Yes, there are some things that I do think I didn't even think about... Lord Glios, for the most part, has left his country alone."

"Hmm, it hurts when people say that."

In a counterattack from Mr. Yayoi, Mr. Glios laughs bitterly while polypolizing the back of his head.

"My son was also of good age. Rather, it was a problem that I wasn't hiding. The brave summons was clearly aimed at the loss of the Emperor's authority, but at the same time I also thought it was the first trial in which his instrumentality would be tested.

I can't predict what kind of relationship he will have with the brave and in what way the empire will survive, but one milestone is just fine. So I decided to disappear. "

"…… Lord Glios."

Mr. Glios speaks with deep colored eyes. Mr. Yayoi also loses his words to those words.

But seriously, the biggest reason can be "the emperor is hard on you," but the real thing is because he only knows the real thing, so it's not a problem.

"Well, as a result, we got a more comfortable place to hide than a luxurious palace. It will only grow old in the future, but it will feed the growth of young people."

"I understand! You owe me a chest!

Conclusion. No problem because the rice is delicious today.

Japan is still at peace today.

"……… hey, get me some oil"

"Wait a minute. This rust is stubborn."

A garrison with militias on the other hand.

It is the knights from different worlds who are disassembling and caring for the small guns lent to each.

As knights tend their own swords, guns are maintained by each individual, even in the militia.

Therefore, self-defense officers say they have an attachment to their own guns and some even give them names.

Instead, some instructors recommend naming them in order to make them patronizing. Roar, Megidfire!

"Ah! The spring fell!?

"What!? Apologize! Apologize to the spring!

"Mr. Bane, I'm sorry! Mr. Bane, I'm sorry!

Instructors reprimanding knights for inadvertently dropping springs and knights standing on their arms apologizing to springs.

It's a routine sight in the militia. You all take care of things and apologize in good faith when you accidentally hurt them.

"But anomalously, the word 'sword' must still be on the battlefield."

"Mm-hmm. Rather convincing."

That's what the knights say and polish is the sword they put on the tip of the gun.

In modern wars, infantry is also dominated by guns, and it is often assumed that the melee white soldier battle will not take place first, but that is not the case.

Recently, there have also been records of White Soldier warfare in the Iraq War, and the militia, when they storm enemy lines, relentlessly punch artillery fire from the rear, then punch their swords at enemy soldiers as they punch their guns.

If you think you've managed to escape the shelling and the bullets, a bunch of people come in with gunswords. That's horrible.

"Mr. Steel, I'm sorry! Mr. Towel, I'm sorry!

"Or did he drop it again?"

"How do we drop the trigger?"

When I thought I was done apologizing to the spring, there was one knight who was also apologizing to the tractor additionally.

This is how the self-defense officers succeed every day. You're reliable.

Japan is still at peace today.