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

Same day, in the morning. Just before the start of the second match.

"What, you still use a double sword or something? You know, dressed swords are chosen, and the third is just cuss. What?

The first Orgoff scorned Lunaquin, who appeared on the battlefield. So I had to forbid the rush when the game started. He can't get his hands or feet out of anything, he's being flirted with by overwhelming maneuvers, and he's being struck unilaterally.

the mood, since the combination was announced,

"Twin swords, you can afford to take them down, hehe"

And I wanted to blame myself for blowing around.

"Senior Holoro's Vengeance No, no, no!

"Hih!?

A twin sword that encloses temper, cut out of trees native to the Isladunna Mountains. In a month that continued to wield that gain absorbing photons in extension, what the twins had mastered was the feeling of having the two swords as part of their bodies.

Now you can also feel what you touch with a double sword and adjust the sword muscle in claw thickness units.

At times, the double sword, which judged and received raw eggs thrown from afar, without breaking, is no longer part of the arm.

It was only worth the time to spend on this training because it was a dance double sword technique that assumed the double sword to be part of the body. The power of the twins to manipulate the sword as part of themselves is not already the ratio of other students.

"Senior Holoro's pain. No, no, no!

"So who are you talking about!?

Eight hits Orgov, which has nothing to do with yesterday's incident.

Lunaquin gave the opponent the illusion that the wooden sword would lose its power by judging and reducing the rewarding wooden sword. By daring to lure him into his nostalgia without rebellion, he made it easier to get involved in the dance.

The operation was in shape and could be struck back with more than double the opponent's maneuver.

Each time, she raised her voice in revenge...

There's more to what she's doing. It was to retain the power of the double sword so that Orgov's consciousness did not fly.

This maiden's anger had exploded calmly besides her thoughts that the game would continue beyond the constant consciousness of the opponent, and could clear up the accumulated depression more.

Orgoff, who realizes this, loses confidence in enduring unilateral onslaught and the will to connect deployments.

"Fuck you. Huh!

"Lose, surrender!

Whether they wear buttcakes and declare surrender, they are not willing to lay down their swords at all. Running around Orgoff on all fours, Lunaquin waves his double sword in an attempt to stab a stop without any hesitation.

It should be noted that the feathers have not been tightened from the judgment, which has just gone into stillness,

"I'm not kidding! You can still do it!? I don't know what you do with two swords."

Hung made his nose rough, and he was bulging.

"Shit, winner, Lunaquin-Custe......!? Somebody, give me a hand!

Such a referee to Lunaquin desperately declares a settlement. In the half-minute leading up to the start of the next game, someone watching the game said the nickname 'Battlefield Raging Bull' settled on her.

noon of the same day.

"A rambling cow... Ha ha. It's just bigonal, isn't it odd to say?

Lunaquin, who learnt his nickname, roared "Mmm" on the top of the Buddha, and mute, who could not enjoy himself, hugged his belly as it erupted.

In a place of struggle, Holloro, awaiting the start of Game IV, had been slightly laughed at by such an exchange of mutts who were stubbornly remembered.

"... what are you laughing at? You can afford that, huh?

Apply a thorny voice.

The first Heinero was slightly annoyed by the kind of tricks that his opponent Holoro lacked the tension he showed.

The story I heard from Cyan is that he seems the weakest guy, but I should look him in the face. Aww...?

He even drove his condition so crazy into the heterogeneous atmosphere of his opponent he felt enough to observe.

"Ah... I'm sorry... I didn't laugh about you. Because I don't laugh anymore..."

Inside the holoro apologizing without poison, perceive a vast photon. In an overwhelming sign that didn't fit in with that little look, he got up without waiting to start.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Heinello admonished himself that he had to abandon his chronic heart and alarm to an experience he still did not remember.

"We will play the fourth game more than this. To both positions...... start!

A signal of judgment was given.

Besides, he came with a wooden knife. Sounds like a lot of twin swords and good weirdos......

When the heinero is seated quietly in a constant position, alert similar hollows from within a distance. From the impression of Huang Long's setup the opponent perceived that was the backhand return move.

He had a pure antagonism in his lid.

"Then... how do you take this guy?

The ability to practice even if you don't want to be brilliant releases your practice as a shockwave - you can 'air shock'. It was the power of the champion of the Isladunna Mountains to release a blade of vacuum with the power of temper and the same power of principle.

Heinello was the only one among the first to have mastered this.

Because he has no power to be as brilliant as he can be, the air strike he unleashes caged in the wooden sword is colorless and transparent.

- Four Divine Orientations, Northern, Xuanbu Shapes.

Holoro scatters some of the air strikes that have flown in, in the direction of the Four Gods. The invisible aftermath scraped the dirt at his feet. Then the dust stood, drifting around his body, a place of struggle that was windless.

For the Xuanbu type, which has the strongest protection against attack, it does not work with simultaneous attacks.

Are you seeing anything? I've never been lightly prevented before, hey, hey...?

Heinello was surprised at the person he dealt with without difficulty. He was also slightly upset, but quickly wipes it out with curiosity. Keeping your distance from the other person, let off your temper, twitch and make an intermission.

The interval between being struck down was short, and the amount of sand and dust winding up in the aftermath also increased and began to spread.

"Right here!"

Heinello, who anticipates this plane, deliberately hits Holoro's crotch.

The aim was to roll up the sand and dust all at once and take away the sight of the opponent, assaulting him from behind on it. It should be noted, however, that the Four Divine Orientations were functioning, even though they had deprived me of my vision.

The power of complete sensation allowed the owner to grasp not only the position of the opponent, but also one foot at a time.

- Four Divine Orientations, South, Peacock Shapes.

Hollow jumps into a low position with a sharp sideburn cut from behind.

As he slipped through Heinello's left hand and twisted his upper body, he turned his wooden knife patterned ass. Just as he was poking his opponent's mistletoe, he was setting an instant aim.

Poke and kill out into the other person's right hand, which is supposed to be the case, but he avoided it and didn't choose.

The Peacock mould, which has the highest counterattack power against an attack, has the power to make a single hit special if not added or subtracted.

"Cyan guy, you liar... you, fucked up, strong... hey..."

Burst a tortuous blow into Heinello's body. From his opponent, who was smothered by this, Holoro was brought forth powerless. When the beaten opponent passed out, he was interrupted.

"Winner, Holoro-Fiodiante!

Confirming that Heinello had passed out, the referee declared the settlement of the match. The enthusiasm of the passenger seat increases and encloses the arena. It was also clear to the eyes of the average person that this game was played in a high area.

"Wow... Eh, that smells kind of light..."

Attention and admiration, the hollows are dull. As for him, who was not immune to a lot of people who didn't even know his name, from someone - he felt somewhat happy, embarrassed, and ambiguous.