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

"No body... take them seriously with all your strength..."

Aware that she was losing her fighting spirit, Naquin felt ashamed of herself like that.

They are frustrated by the remorse of not getting a polished double sword, caught in a personal affair that has nothing to do with the game, and they are still trying to throw away their own battles while not deciding on a definite victory or defeat.

What was the twin swords I was waving for?

This guy hasn't really thrown away a battle since the beginning...

I was the one throwing it away...

Her fighting spirit, which is on the verge of rotting, rekindles in conjunction with her thinking so.

"What... like an idiot, I can't even notice such an easy thing..."

I'm unfamiliar with it, but I think it's probably a backhand move. The wooden knife is in position to swing through immediately......

The right defense also seems sweet, but if you think of that instantly accelerating body twitch, you must be different......

But now I don't have a hand that doesn't aim there...

I seriously observed Holoro and figured out how to attack him that way. I reopened it, took about five steps away from them, and rebuilt myself.

Forward leaning position with feet open back and forth, slightly lower back. Cross your two swords in front of your body and cover them with a gaze that looks at your opponent.

An attack-specific structure that breaks through the opponent's defenses, devised by the founding fathers of Dance Double Swordsmanship - "The Strike Strike Strike Strike Structure".

"Fine, superior, my full strength... if you can take it out, take it!

"Yeah, I'll do my best!

Next time this battle will be settled......

If you realize that, you don't need words between you two anymore.

Waiting for Lunaquin to advance, Holloro manipulates the few remaining photons and sharpens his senses.

Huang Long mould, Blue Dragon mould, White Tiger mould, Peacock mould, Xuanbu mould.

The depths hidden in these five shapes, found during training with Kamazan, which spans three days and three nights. The extreme of the return move from the user to the right to the east, left to the west, rear to the south, and forward to the north.

The name given by seeing Huang Long as the center and the East, West and North as the Four Gods is "Four Gods Orientation".

Perceived with a complete sensation, it is a thousand different cutbacks depending on the direction of the person in between.

Lunaquin stepped straight in from the north and judged his feet on the verge. Standing around with a cushion, he was cutting into the next clap from the East. He was making it look like he was going to set it up head-on.

But even if that is a move that has no place to go, his intermission can never be invaded.

- Four Divine Orientations, Oriental and Blue Dragon Shapes.

Simultaneous attack of poking and slashing, carried out by Lunaquin from the crossing of his double sword. The wooden knife, which was on the opposite side against the attacker, lived once and for all with Holoro twisting his right foot about the axis.

The punch of that thrust cuts the sky, and the flanking blow glides over the wooden knife. The offense between the two was reversed from the reward that had not lasted for this one breath.

"... that's it!

He is struck through the thigh with a wooden knife and inched to the neck where he is frightened.

Earlier than John, who was partitioning, declared the game over, Lunaquin became aware of his defeat. If this was a serious battle, it would have been easy to imagine being beheaded.

"Fine...... oh, I lost"

"Oh, I'm sorry, is your thigh okay?

Hollow panicked.

You're a really weird guy, you're full of bandages, you keep on with this bruise...

Lunaquin, nodded in pain, seemed somewhat ridiculous to be worried about him like that.

"... that's kind of weird when you say that, huh?

"Oh, speaking of which, you're right... oh, I don't know, when the game is over, the tension suddenly runs out..."

The words were butt shrugged and the hollow fell into the flirtatious front.

Scared by the pain and unable to move, Lunaquin is pushed down by a hollow who falls straight to the bottom of his consciousness. Adolescent maidens unfamiliar with contact with the opposite sex cannot help but blush.

"Uhh, hey, hey... what the heck!?

A loose mourning between them resonates in the school building after school, and the rematch between the two is settled. It was Holoro-Fiodiante, who fell into a deep sleep from the tiredness of the day after day, who bestowed the victory.

July 28, after school.

"Huh, Hollow put you in the mood!?

Lord Nene, calm down.

"What the hell are you thinking!?

"Listen, no, with proper safety..."

"That's not the problem!

Nene, who asks about the example ten days from John, who called to the office of the president, was an awesome sword screen. He slams his desk with the momentum of a lined teacup bouncing, blaming him for what he doesn't think is a sane shack.

John's dissatisfaction with his guiding policy, which had been build-up for a long time, had exploded once and for all when he came here. If it's by the time she's not even in office, she'll have a loving laugh, too.

'Ugh, if John is that kind of policy... but that's a bit... yeah if...'

and would have been looking for a rethink somehow. But yes, it is only if the time commensurate with expressing the wrath of the full cavity has passed and the rapport has grown considerably.

There's no way John wouldn't be confused by this if he hadn't noticed any such signs.

"Ugh, um... but by all means having to accomplish it..."

"It's too soon for anything, I've done lines of complete sensation in the past too, but in the end I ended up dying of incomplete mastery, Holoro, it wasn't weird for you to die!?

Nene is right.

I got a workout, no innate and acquired photon, and where I challenged the line of full sensation, I don't necessarily succeed in mastering.

What you gain from incomplete mastery is at best the ability to fully grasp the state and size of your photons.

Then again, if it is a failure, it can result in confusion of the senses, loss of self, or even death in the worst case.

For Holoro to try, it was definitely a training close to a big beating.

"Well, well... the rabbit is also a horn, let's first rejoice in being safe"

Jill, who saw no one-sided conversation between the two of them, drew their opinions and said, "So, how was it?" He went on to interrupt the conversation.

"... in that way, though it seems to have worked?

"Oh, he's a big boy. I thought about it at least half of the time, but it was a brilliant way to convince me of my complete senses... when I learned nineteen... one day, that child will surpass me"

Turning away from Nene, who looks like a ghost, John affirms with a satisfying mouthful.

"Yes, that's exciting. Then can we expect a martial arts festival as well as a selection competition?

"Um, we finally have a candidate. I hear that there are three Westerners and one alternate who can be Westerners at the September selection competition. I wish we could all be representatives... Now, what happens"

Formerly a fallout, Hololo grew exponentially due to his life-threatening training.

A mute who knows his darkness and is about to acquire not only genius sword moves but also spiritual strength.

Seeking pure strength, Lunaquin with twice the fighting spirit and aggressiveness of man, Solquin with twice the calm and adaptability of man - the twins of Custev.

There is one month left until the 'Westerly Selection Competition', which is challenged by four people selected as candidates for the Selected Representative.

Even if it didn't go as smoothly as a full sail, they were steadily tearing forward.