Old Kensei rejuvenates and becomes an instructor at a knight training school

A common-law boy named Holloro-Fiodiante was able to enroll in a knight training school because of the large number of potential photon holdings out of the group among the same ages.

In entrance exams to knight training schools where socially superior households and backgrounds were easily favoured, the general common people sometimes passed in innate born photon holdings.

The test of gripping a special photon stone shard and weighing potential photons with its forced reaction phenomenon. He caused a record-breaking phenomenon as the subjects were judged by discoloration and luminescence.

The photon stones were shattered and scattered - that is, an immeasurable amount of photons, potentially, to him - without withstanding the forced reaction with the too enormous potential photons.

This will allow him to be admitted to the Third Knight Training School and will be seen as extremely promising.

But that was a while ago.

Though uplifting, his lack of introverted personality, underlying health, and the clumsiness of the most important manipulations in using photon abilities - these significantly hampered his growth.

The basic physical and hard breath techniques are also the first ones that can be done by performing manipulation. If you can't do this, you can't even take a step as a capable person. An enormous amount of photons, too, would corrupt the treasure.

By the time six months had passed since enrolment, the expectations of the teachers initially directed at them had also been completely lost. Because Photon can be acquired and increased in training, the expectations have been met by other students.

Only one person is left to grow around, taking only potential power as a handle.

And he became what he called a falling out.

Same day, at dusk.

The residential neighborhood on the corner of the western district of the Westerian capital was an area inhabited by ordinary people who were not wealthy, such as knights and military dependants.

This has been the case since the time of the Pacific, and we can also see wooden houses built before the wars dominated the building blocks.

Some of these houses were adjacent to each other, and there was a quaint house.

A wooden bungalow with a dark exterior due to weathering.

There is a good edge to sit back on, and its garden tip is as wide as you can think of. Overall, there is a strong impression that it incorporates the traditional way of life in the east, something rarely seen elsewhere.

A certain brother and sister lived in this house for about a year and a half.

This is my brother Holoro and his sister Vlara.

"Oh, honey, oh, honey."

Urara, five years younger than Holoro, is twelve years old of the firm, who from day to day springwinds and then performs his household chores in general.

She's a blue-haired girl whose maternal heritage, like a small animal similar to her brother, was adorably clapped from her youthfulness.

Although the body is clearly smaller than its age, the motor nerves are extraordinary, not by appearance, and there was some experience in winning physical fitness competitions under twelve.

Usually in a uniform designated by an enrolled regular school, this holiday was spent on top of a white piece in the morning with a blue apron on.

"Oh, honey, are you deaf?

Urara, out of the kitchen during the cooking, searched for a hollow that never returned a reply no matter how many times she tried to call.

The ladle, which I brought to no avail, is laced with soup that had been boiled until earlier.

"We're ready now."

Holoro, who had decided to enroll and was supposed to go to Tokyo alone, was honored with this Urara by his parents.

Initially, I said, 'I did it, my loving son made it to Knight Training School!' And I was so pleased that I lost my hips, but also because I became worried about my life after Shanghai.

If my brother's dexterity, my sister, who seemed to have exploded most of his talent, had lived with me,

"If a robber pushes over, Urara will get rid of you, haha!

Mr. and Mrs. Fiodiante were so relieved that they ran their mouths free of delicacy shards against their sons, for example.

"Slowly, politely, one at a time… to understand why it moves so…"

"Ouch..."

Noticing the noise coming from the garden tip, Urara goes out to the edge. I found a hollow swinging bare with a wooden knife.

I accidentally swallowed my calling voice into the appearance of my brother, who was just indulging in bareback, as if he had a strange face and somehow shook off his emotions.

He's kind of impossible......

After I guessed that, she was finally willing to open her mouth again.

"Hey, honey, I knew you wanted to see me. To that man who went to the Empire..."

Holoro stopped moving and quietly lowered the wooden knife he was shaking.

Smile a little ill-defined and say "Right......" back.

"Your brother will have to see him again. Because that's what I promised."

"The Federation and the Empire are not close, are they? I don't think he remembers his promise, either, do you?

"That's why. To get along, so we can meet someday... I think I want to be a sweet knight. You don't have to remember. Your brother will do it on his own."

"... you're kind of a girl hobby."

Laughs like Urara's out there.

What is at the root of the aspiration of a gentle knight is a word of mouth to one who went to the Empire a few years ago.

A man who is also seventeen years old is going to tell me that he will be a knight to fulfill this, so I guess I have no choice. But it's only if you love your brother that you feel itchy and proud.

"Haha, I knew you would?

"Urara is your sister, so I'm going to look at her... I think it's okay, even if she stays like that... so if you have any problems, I want you to talk to her. I couldn't do it, just now."

Holoro had ever made a smile, but when he grabbed the stars, he couldn't keep them well. "Well, I don't know what it is," he whispered to his sister.

- Well, actually, I might be selected as a candidate for this year's martial arts festival.

"Heh wow! But you don't like faces that don't float?

The history is told and back to business.

"I wonder if you don't like it, it's more of a pleasure. I'm sure there were a lot of people out there who couldn't get out even if they wanted to, and they could pick one out of those. But if you have to go out there, you're gonna have to hurt the other guy, right? Strike hard with this wooden knife... I'm kind of scared to do it on my own"

I roared at Hollor's statement and continued with a slight opening of my mouth, Urara, "Probably..."

"I don't think that's true. When Urara plays games with physical exercises or games, she doesn't think about hurting her opponent, so I don't know how she feels..."

"How do you feel?

Holoro feels like eating, making sure it makes sense.

"... for a game that could be over in seconds, and if the opponents, who have spent hundreds of days polishing their moves, come up with one serious oneself at a time, Vlara will want to answer all she can to that... because otherwise, she's rude to them"

As soon as I heard it, I was hacked.

"Urara... maybe you were simmering something in the kitchen?

For some reason, it was one thing to be associated with Vlara having a radar, something burnt smelling coming from it.

I have a noticeable Urara saying, "Ha-ha-ha!?," he said, making a rare odd noise to disturb.

Holoro laughed and dropped him off as his sister rushed into the kitchen.

Eventually, you'll hear the groans of the crime scene and find out what's cooking this evening.

Sometimes, he felt the meaning of the words his sister had spoken and was even convinced.

"The other person's serious, answer with all your strength. Hitting them isn't meant to hurt them... come on, I might have to decide to be ready too"

Looking at the tip of the wooden knife placed on his front eye, Hollor groaned pompously.