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

A unique two-handed sword.

By a rare talent of its kind, it is assumed that it masterfully manipulated the two swords, sometimes emitting light on the right and sometimes darkness on the left. In the era of former warfare, there existed a user in the Empire who was called the 'Sword Emperor'.

Its power was comparable to that of the later risen Confederate sword saints, and the fact was that it took six months - unlimited opportunities - for them to settle.

Two swords and a knife caged with a huge photon, combined with a clear intention to kill.

Every time these collide, the atmosphere bounces and the earth crumbles. If that clap had only a few ultra-high-density photons, the life of the organism would not be tolerated around both.

Sometimes, by the end of such a battle, the mountains had been flattened.

'That was no longer a fight for people...'

The old knights who know the time speak so differently.

Eventually the Sword Emperor also became a legend in future generations because the struggle that ended in the victory of Kensei was difficult to make unimaginable words.

Seventy years since. A double-swordsman who is famous enough for the world has yet to emerge.

July 16th.

"We will be knights to make the world aware of the dancing double swordsmanship your father believed in!

If the example asks "for what -?", Lunaquin, the twin sister, opens her eyes even more like a cat and responds instantly. Next door his brother Solquin hammered him with a half-eyed but serious face.

His eyes were both constantly shining mightily.

It was about the lunch break.

After finishing lunch in the dining room, John was thinking of coming from himself to the twins, but apparently he didn't have to.

"Tell me about the double sword!

I found myself in the cafeteria. No, that's what the twins asked me to teach you.

What a thoughtful day yesterday......

I saw a stronger upliftment than my current sophomore......

I think so. He goes on to return "This is a quick story..." by showing the attitude to respond.

"Fine. I am not familiar with the handling of double swords, but I am going to know the horror better than anyone. Stand around and see what you need to stretch to give advice."

Not that he could handle the double sword adequately, but John ran out of advice because he felt it scattered by the man who reigned at the apex of the double swordsman.

"Seriously...... ho, is that true!?

Lunaquin breaks his face. I guess I was more than happy with this. Some of the vegetables were blindfolded in the words of remembrance. But when John continued to say "but......" I had to ask him again wonderfully.

"Let's play a game with my apprentice, if we win"

John offered the terms. Nevertheless, whatever the outcome, the twins were going to be coached.

Then why? Speaking of which, I was thinking of using this opportunity to gain experience for my disciples.

"Wow, okay...... I'll do it, let me do it"

I have no hand in turning this down. Lunaquin makes the samurai tremble with sweat on his forehead.

Anyway, it is the disciple of a man who yesterday showed a scale of unfathomable power. A slight fear sprung up in my heart, a great fighting spirit that I could not dispel.

What the hell is he like......

Must be a tough big man with a gripping face like a bear......

The delusion of an opponent who doesn't know such a face or name doesn't stop so overinflated.

"Apprentice...... fu fu!?

Oh, that apprentice is Hollow you... Wow, I wonder if he's okay...

Instead of eating next to John, Nene was listening to the story, but he almost accidentally blew out the soup he had in his mouth.

Twins, one of the best in freshman year.

She couldn't help but be concerned about the reassurance of her apprentice, who was more spontaneous than winning or losing, especially with her sister flashing and burning her fighting spirit sideways.

Same day, after school.

"So play a game with her"

"Uh... what do you mean?

Holoro was summoned from John to the practice area, where he met a familiar twin.

I knew those faces and names, but there have never been contacts, etc. I don't even have time to feel comfortable without being told the truth or any foreboding.

So for one thing, I can't swallow this situation.

"What apprentice, is this it?

It seems weak because I see it......

No, maybe it looks like this and it's disastrous and strong...

That made the twins suspicious, too, in the sight of their supposedly apprentices.

He's not a face like a bear, he's not a resilient big man. I don't know about ourselves, who decided to be paranoid on our own - so I didn't even think of ourselves as a luxurious little guy with a face like a jean dog.

He stared all the way from Holoro's toenails to the top of his head and was a Lunaquin who was going to look down unexpectedly, but soon his chronic heart and guard against alarm admonish himself as a forbidden object.

Whatever it is, it doesn't change that it's John's apprentice, and it doesn't always all depend on how he looks.

"Hey, play a game with me."

"Um... why?

Challenged by a rugged voice from Lunaquin, Holoro heard his eyebrows whispered.

Even if we were to play a game, I didn't feel comfortable lacking a reason.

"I had my reasons, but I changed my mind. Me or you, I want to know which one's stronger."

"Even if they say so suddenly... I..."

John didn't let the story know beforehand because he wanted to darkly tell him, 'The enemy won't wait in discipline for him to be ready to fight'. However, as far as hollows with their mouths tied to a single letter, the count seems too fast.

"If you're going to gain experience, you'd better hurry. Now it's about playing games and getting to know yourself... but I can't force you. If the Lord does not want..."

I seem to have been complacent these days......

I just thought I'd come to understand...

Do it. Knowing people's emotions is still hard to grasp clouds......

John feels so itchy about himself not being able to perceive Hollow's mood.

If you're a 17-year-old boy in the Great War, it's no surprise that the majority of them are risking their lives more or less on the front line in the form of conscription or volunteering.

But John had also recently finally come to understand that those trends were an old way of thinking in modern times.

Nothing, I don't have to learn from their temper - and...

Nevertheless, it is a matter of concern.

Huh, Holoro glanced at Lunaquin's face and felt the seriousness that included her bluffing.

- For a game that could be over in seconds...

If I say no here, what the hell happens to the seriousness with which she turns to me...

You've never felt or thought about this before, this...

Regripping the pattern of the wooden knife he was bringing, he unconsciously rubbed his budding emotions onto the photon.

"No, I'll do it... I'll play a game with you"

With its corresponding impersonation, Holoro gives a clear reply.

She remembered her sister's words and wanted to face Lunaquin.

Then the sun began to set, and the silence and cynicism were becoming more prominent in the popular lost school buildings.

I thought you were scared, and the next round of applause will be to fight......

I can't figure out what kind of mood change this is......

But you have to carry things before you change your mind...

and confused john, but managed the game without dying of momentum.

"So... shall we begin..."

About inside the exercise area, Holloro set the wooden knife in front of him.

Half-hearted and facing Lunaquin with his double sword in front and back, wait for John's signal. If we stretched each other's swords, just the distance the cuttoes could touch, he took a breath when he felt the heightened tension.

"Ever... it's not amazing, you look adorable and have a nasty amount... but mine... my father's twin swords aren't cheap enough to be overwhelmed by just the difference in amount!

Lunaquin, deceived by cutting his best, is the same in terms of nervousness.

If you feel the signs of the enormous photon in Holoro's body, if you don't even know what he's called inside the school, even an active knight won't be able to help.

"Differences in the amount of photons determine your strengths and weaknesses as an ability person."

To the extent that some knights say so, this element is also important. We can say that Hollow has an overwhelming advantage when it comes to pressuring his opponent before he fights.

I am uncertain about the users of my first pair of double-swords, or knives, in each other's hands.

Damn, I can't think in detail about how to attack...

Doesn't sound like it, Lunaquin-Custev......

Lunaquin excites himself, and the moment comes.

"So... here we go!

Whether or not there was a beat from John's signal, Lunaquin stepped in with all the leading must-wins.

I'm in the lead, but this guy in the back still doesn't work...

That's all I can afford at this distance...

I also creep out hollows that focus on just a few moments of cutting in but don't make it slight. But judging that she couldn't pull it off now, she only thought it through.

Then one of the two swords pays off the wooden knife of the hollow and the other strikes directly at its brain.

Oops.

"Oh... hey, hey... hey?

There was a blunt beating, and Hollow fell backwards and passed out.

I didn't move, I couldn't even react. If you are stunningly unconscious of something, you also don't know that the person who beat you can't hide the confusion.

I did win the game, I won, but I'm not in the mood to win. Then there's probably no real winner or anything else in this clap-out tragedy.

Somewhere far away Lunaquin looks down at the lying hollow and describes it.

The words were small and spilled into a mixture of laughter.

"... Weak"