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

Seven years have passed since steam locomotives were invented thanks to modern technology with photon stones that have a thermogenic effect.

Now that long-distance traffic has developed and that something called travel has become familiar to people's lives, the sense of crisis that it is in wartime is also dull. The fact that many people lost their lives in the war was becoming weathered during the seventy years and the ongoing ceasefire.

I guess that's why... The general public is unaware, and inconceivable, that there are countries that want war, and that there are neighbours that want war.

August 29th.

The Westernian Delegates' Selection Competition will be held simultaneously in four locations within Westernia, with locations in physical, swordsmanship, equestrian and bowing disciplines.

Some schools specialize in a single military discipline, like the Third Knight Training School, while others specialize in two military disciplines, like physical and swordsmanship, equestrian and archery. There were some differences in the number of students competing from each school.

Nevertheless, it is sometimes stipulated that 'participation in selection competitions shall be limited to four per soldier', and there are no special differences in conditions. It is also unlikely that injustice will take place, as the substance is a personal battle surrounded by a large audience.

In other words, it is basically all the work of the students to be able to represent them.

"Well, I got into something called my first steam locomotive, but this is a good one. I didn't know it would take me ten days in a carriage, in two days."

"It's my first time, too. I don't really like these kinds of hardware in my country."

It will be another month tomorrow after selecting the four to compete.

The six men, John, Nene, Holoro, Mute, Lunaquin and Solquin, had refrained from the Western Swordsmanship Delegate Selection Competition three days later and were heading north into the country by steam locomotive to the venue.

There were no passengers but them on the day, as if they were private.

Steam locomotives are also available to the general public. However, the efficiency of mass production is not progressing, the number of units is small, and the consumption of photon stones, which are fuels, is sometimes high, and the usage fee is somehow high.

When it comes to roughly half the cost of living in a general household, unless there's something to celebrate, there's no opportunity for the average person to use it.

Today, it is the highest-ranking military or military, politicians, millionaires and other high-income groups that use it.

"Recently, I've finally grasped a modern sense of money, too, but, so to speak, Jill's excited, too. Whatever, I would have been glad to have taken a little time on the express carriage..."

"It must be a reward to the students who have survived this past month for being president of the board. I'll tell the four of you," I'll represent you, "and then I'll... I'll train John not to think of anyone like that."

Sitting facing each other in the window seat on the box seat, John and Nene were interested in a conversation.

"Mm-hmm. Everybody's getting through this a lot. If my senses were correct, even in my time on the battlefield, could I survive..."

"Huh... even though that's all you've grown? What the hell was the time of war?

"Don't... First of all, the general soldier was fundamental to fighting the general soldier and the capable. It is easy for a capable man to do a thousand activities against a general soldier. That's the same for both enemies and allies... considering how you can win with less self-destruct, the enemies and allies naturally built it on."

John continued with a light hand gesture.

"So what the majority of commanders were watching on the battlefield was how capable their own troops are surviving. If the capable men of their own armies are defeated, the rest will be a simple calculation of numbers. But even the capable one drowns in water, is invaded by poison, and is not omnipresent.

Let the water of the great river, which was increased with weirs, for example, be decimated once and for all and poured into the enemy's line. once again the toxic grasshopper stained with oil is wrapped around the enemy's marching path beforehand and fires an arrow at its passage… A capable commander sometimes used skillful soldiers to defeat the capable with the power of the general soldiers alone. It's never all about the capable. "

The story went into the summary here.

"That said, the biggest threat would still be the attack of elementarized photons flying from afar. That, on average, had a wide range of effects, and could have been a blow that reached from the edge of the battlefield to the edge.

Where I was reassured in the rear, countless roughs descended from the overhead, or suddenly from the ground the great trees grew and flipped their feet, instead the front line was safe...... the battlefield once was not safe because of where it is, it is such a place. - Maybe, would you have passed on how much this is about?

I heard this, Nene, but I couldn't imagine it.

If I hadn't lived at the time, I could only feel that the make-up was harsh.

Thinking of her current position, she felt sorry for herself like that. While there is peace, even if the feeling is actually strong, in the end, we can only speak of the threat in the language of the recipient and the seller.

"You shouldn't... even if you know it in words, it's still unlikely that I can see the view John was looking at. When you talk to John, you're going to lose confidence in the administration every now and then."

Nene turns her contempt toward herself in the window.

"That we have no choice... because of the continuing peace of the truce, maybe we can say yes. Even if we prevent this crisis of war, as long as people are greedy, there will be another war one day. The point is, lately, I wonder how people live in between. Give up on talking about it because you can't imagine it, or try to keep the peace at all - go on, or fulfill it makes sense... something I don't even know."

John said somewhere, to encourage Nene.

"Senior Holoro, no, let's ride again on our honeymoon!

"Sister...... Mr. Holloro is in trouble"

"Ugh, shut the fuck up, you little shit!

On the other hand, the hollows are also floating in the use of the first steam locomotive.

Lunaquin, among other things, was. Direct and highly conjectured, she fell in love with being pushed down by a hollow.

Initially, I had the illusion of the aversion I had towards him as to what I had lost in blood: 'That was the adolescent maiden's moment'.

Speaking of maidens like that, I'm arrayed next to Hollow on the box seat.

I clung to his arm all the way from the departure without even thinking about the annoyance of the other person, even with a tranced look on his face. Whether I could blame this on my brother or not, I was stubborn enough to make my face look ruggedly hundred faces and evil.

If this maiden, my brother, who doesn't think it's okay to look at my sister, goes out by hard means, then naturally my sister will resist too.

In the end, the twins' bizarre twist began.

"Mr. Mute, what's wrong? Feeling bad, too?

Horolo asked Mute, who was lost in thought with a cheek wand at the window.

After hearing about the selection, Mr. Mute occasionally goes like this, what the hell is going on...?

Over the past month, I've been concerned about the sad look she's been showing at times. Now he was finally no longer in the mood to be overlooked.

"No, just think about it."

"Well, I hope so."

Mute's reply is of normal Rin's condition.

Now, when it sounded like something made somewhere, Holoro felt a little sorry. Still, I couldn't help but make an expression myself so that on the contrary I wouldn't be distracted.

"... what did you think of the other useless stories you told the instructors?

I was watching the landscape flowing through the windows. So, the mutt gives me a glimpse.

"If we don't win this year at the Martial Arts Festival, are we talking about starting another war?

"Oh, I didn't think it was even possible."

"If Instructor John says so, maybe he is... so we've been trying so hard not to be that way for the past month, haven't we?

"Well. But suppose, if... if we start a war, will we be on the battlefield?

"Well, I don't know... I can't tell you what's going on."

"... right. I don't know either."

Only for a moment, but in the narrowing eyes of the mute, I felt I saw the darkness.

No way, no way, Mr. Mute - it's my fault...?

Looking back at the mute that made me feel better, Holoro decided to think it was some mistake. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to dispel the anxiety that would have swelled like a bubble.

"Oh, Senior Holoro, why do you keep talking to Senior Mute when I'm next door!?

Lunaquin, who defeated him if he played Solquin, noticed a mute talking to Hollow. Having learned how jealous she is, she feeds her body right between them.

It was mute, not hollow, who replied.

"I don't know. You're a little girl. It's decided because Hollore wanted to talk to me."

"What the hell!?

As the third swordsmanship representative, the boys have had a good relationship since the four of them began to act together, but the women will no longer be evil.

No, Mr. Mute, I actually am, but the way I put it is with oil on fire...

For the ladies' sake, Holoro was totally used to it in the past month. Because if you can't even get into the power of the two of you and arbitrate, there's no other way to watch what happens.

"Yeah, wouldn't it be a little unsettling to see the view outside? I'll give you this seat as a senior."

"You just want to sit here!? You were born just a year early. No, no, no!

Two adolescent maidens hanging out around one boy.

There is no reason to know that Nene is watching with a niggered face from a seat away.