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

In the world of 'Arcadia', which becomes a vast single continent, society existed divided into three forces.

Confederation of Meortida with territory to the east of the continent.

The Holy Carmezza Empire, whose territory lies west of the continent.

Republic of Eiseon, whose territory lies to the south of the continent.

One hundred and thirty years after the war between the Federation and the Empire began, starting with a dispute over the rights of the underground resource Photonstone. An armistice agreement was reached when the two forces were on the verge of devastation due to the swelling of the war disaster.

Now, then, seventy years had passed.

Early June.

A day blessed with clear sunny weather. Noon.

Alan, who, along with Nene, spanned Westeria, a major federal country, spilled "oops" and admiration as he watched the capital flowing through the carriage's windows.

Having been in a mountain caged life for a long time, he was comparing the view he was seeing now to that he had seen seventy years earlier.

In the past, when it came to buildings, qualitative assembled ones dominated. Assuming it was a downtown battle, it was due to the tendency to place more emphasis on durability than on landscapes.

That's what dominates woodworking nowadays, coloring the streets in a rich color scheme. I also had the impression that people would live in park facilities and increased commercial entertainment facilities.

"The power that has been for war for a long time is now used for people... good thing"

On the boulevard where people thrive, they see serenity in their daily operations and joy and sorrow constantly.

Was that the preferred merchants exchanged with each other......

Did that scold my child for wasting time...

Did that even say goodbye to the thinkers......

Was that playing with my dog......

People's minds have always been what they appear in their complexion...

Alan shrugged from the mood of the masses he had seen for a long time, thinking of the psyche.

"I don't know the scenery at the time when the war was actually going on. But I wonder if this peace will break… I still find it unpleasant"

Nene, who cars with him, solemnly showed an understanding of it.

"I hope you don't know."

"I think that's why we're neutral, the Peace Administration. If you take between the two forces and lead them to an end of the war, you will surely… the world will be better. I hope so, Mr. Alan."

"How Lord Nene feels... let's learn"

Alan smiled gently.

His appearance, rejuvenated, has too strong a demon for a woman.

If you tie up long gray hair neatly, you have a clear impression.

Shaved and revealed, the facial contour has a cropped contour.

Each and every part of his face, headed by deep blue eyes, had subsided with miraculous shaping and placement.

Also, although the back length has shrunk slightly, the sophisticated flesh has put its sleeves on a good looking kimono, which will also be a factor in highlighting the charm over time.

But then again, I'm completely unconscious. At last, the reason Nene turned his back on me was because

"Because looking directly at its unfamiliar demonization, it seemed to put it up"

He can't even think about it.

"What, you feel bad too?

"No... nothing, right?

Alan arrived at his destination, guided by Nene.

It was a third knight training school in Westeria, near the capital.

Surrounded by its tall walls - whether there would be a 500 Meida Quartet, you can tell from the back of the facility with its vast grounds that a powerful voice sounds.

"Apparently, the students are training. We have a little time, why don't you take a peek?

"Shall we..."

Suggested by Nene, who saw the watch properly, Alan nods in favor. He took the deflection of a school building as if it were a palace, followed that voice he could hear, and headed to an exercise area in the facility.

A soiled compartment, which makes up the majority of the facility. It is deceived by a rugged gold net and has a different smell of mud.

There were dots of footprints stepping on muddy weather, whether it was used in clear weather or rainy weather.

"Those... are the students who came in this year"

"Ho, he's got good arms for his age. Besides, they're kids who look good growing up."

Alan stops by the stadium and sees late teenagers and men and women going to training in the golden net.

"You can enroll in training schools because they are children who have been recognized for their future and for their actual talent. Life energy… is mostly from a highly photonic, advanced knight pattern."

"What shapes the state of war is the Knight Chief, who commands well in all times? Now, what are those kids waving their swords for..."

"That's a brilliant thing," said Alan, who entered the school building as a limit.

In proportion to its appearance, the high ceiling indoors were decorated narrowly and luxuriously.

When there is a sculpture or cosmetic fitting that can be found to be expensive for amateurs, but still has the impression that it has been weighed so as not to damage the product, the disgust is also dull.

Whether one of the steps is noticed, it is easy for people to walk through the entire facility.

This training school was once actually the place where the Westerian royalty resided as a palace -.

It was - for the reason that, in the fold in which the Westerian state was absorbed into the Federation, it goes back from a geographical and economic point of view to the point immediately after the war, when it was found to have an advantage as a base.

The State of Westeria is also far from the border between the south-central part of the Federal territory and the imperial territory, yet easily connected with other countries under the Union umbrella.

The Great River, which is also the western border line, would also be a shield that would be irreplaceable in the event of an invasion of enemies. In addition, the warm climate and abundant water resources favoured the production industry, which was also economically hydrated.

It is such an attractive country, even in small countries.

This was not abandoned in time of war, and the Confederation demanded me at the dawn of the country under military pressure, and since then I have been jointly administered.

To avoid unhelpful civil strife, the King of Time withdrew on the condition that he did not cause any harm to the people - and this remaining deserted palace was reused.

"... and this training school has a long history."

"Is this the very proof of royalty that I could be abnegated for people? You must have been a fine king... by the way, Lord Nene is familiar with you?

"Because I previewed it. I'm supposed to work, too, as Mr. Alan's deputy instructor."

"Oh, my God, that's comforting"

Even if we or my son fall in position, we think of the people as kings and weigh the people...

If I had been king at the time, what would I have done with this...

Instead of walking down the corridor where the luxury carpet is laid, Alan turns his imagination around with a spectacular view that stretches out the big window.

In the end, without answering, he stopped in front of the door where the plaque was affixed in conjunction with the leading Nene.

He continued silently to her, who gave me a glimpse and knocked, "Here it is," into the room.

A small room, reminiscent of the remnants of when it was the office.

The desk set in the back of the center is somewhat obsolete.

Bookshelves are lined with back-lengths ranging from old to new books. Do you prefer the tone of the curtains placed on the windows or the sofa that snaps the low table in the center?

The approximate air that was supposed to be there seemed to be rumbling.

An old woman with chestnut-haired hair tumbling in the back of the room, he remembered the shadow.

"Alan...... Long time no see. How have you been?

"Mm... no way, Quint?

"No, I'm really back to what I was back then!

"Hey, what's so abrupt, you have the same personality"

This old woman named Jill-Quint is a knight who used to run the battlefield with Alan.

The only knight alive at the time was a fierce man with whom his training opponent had stuck, and also the most beautiful woman around him.

Carved clean wrinkles over the years, he wore a uniform for instructors in training school and now waved a fountain pen instead of a sword.

"It was President Jill who told me about Mr. Alan in this election."

When it comes to skill, let me tell you, there's nothing better than you.

Jill, who was gazed at by Nene, said.

"I see... was it"

I had doubts as to where I had known the man of the temple for seventy years, but was he or was he the Lord...

I've just been forgotten by everyone already......

Kazushi felt depressed about the relationship, but the intrusion was nothing...

Alan was so jealous.

"Well, because that's where the stand-up is. Sit there, too."

Jill over the edge points to the seats on the couch facing each other.

Alan sat down where he was told.

"I'll bring you some tea."

Instead, Nene took off the field and headed to the hot water room next to the room.

In the meantime, too, I started talking blurry from Jill's cut out.

"... Alan, do you know what an Arcadia Knight Martial Arts Festival is?

"No, that's my first ear... my time has been stopping for seventy years"

"After the truce, students from training schools started visiting once a year in neutral countries."

"... an arms test tournament, right?

"Well, maybe that's the place... with children selected from the Empire, the Federation, Iseon and the rest of the world, but this tournament is now a thumbnail of the forces of the nations..."

"I see... I can read it. In the future, the students of the training school who will become knights will become military forces of the forces to which they belong. As you can see, the Federation is worried about not getting good grades every year at that tournament, right?

"Yep... the Photon capable man is a monster from a general soldier, a weapon from a national point of view... in a competition for it, the Federation has been in complete defeat to the Empire for ten years, probably this year is the limit... if we don't win this year, the Empire will attack in considering the Federation to be in decline... so much so that we can talk about the preparation phase already"

"Can't the fierce men who were active during the war count as heads when they get old"

Jill exhaled with a deep sigh of disgust and continued, "... really."

"The Federation has changed since the ceasefire. The only thing left to lose is fattening my stomach. The younger generation either sells kobi or captures affection along the way. It's really declining. Even if they attack us this year rather than next year, the results will probably be the same. Be careful next year."

Just when Nene came back from the water room brewing tea for three, he mixed it in with the conversation.

"To that end, the Authority gave me a secret life. At any rate, he said to lead the Federation to victory at the Martial Festival."

The Empire is planning a war against the Federation's decline...

It's easy to wage war, but it would break bones to clean it up...

So as an empire I want a guarantee that I will lose less of my own troops and that I will always win......

And in both elements of strategic tactics, assuming the difference in educational progress as its guarantee….

If this is to be prevented, can we boast about the Federation's educational skills….

In other words, make the students of the Federation as strong as possible and let the students of the Empire win......

Alan sorted out the main points in his head and rinsed the tea served at hand.

"... by how long, what can I do?

After a while, Alan asks Jill briefly. I had some expectations, but when I was returned with a value that exceeded any of them, I couldn't help but reluctantly rely on my face.

"Six months from now, if we don't multiply the power of our representative students by ten, we can't delude the Empire."

"Ten times in six months, it's also... desperate, isn't it?