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

The same day, when the sun began to rise.

In the arena, Game Six, the final match of the first day, had been played.

Just before this game. The advent of Solquin gave great anticipation to the guests' seats, also influencing the process leading up to the entrenchment of the example nickname on the two gourds' sisters, while also claiming the two swords in their hands.

Nevertheless, the subject of the audience was quickly switched by the late appearance of the sixth Django.

Because he competed as a freshman last year with a different kind of wooden sword than he did last year.

As for the subsequent development of the game, it is still a parallel line that lacks a decisive hit for both parties until now, which is roughly enough. At present, strength is antagonistic.

"This is a very exciting game."

"No, Django, you grow up a lot."

"Yeah, Django is one of my godchildren, especially good and willing students. He was also one of the sixth sophomores who received my characteristics in color."

While Solquin and Django shred their sneeze.

John and Cialisa watched the game move from the guest seat. Positionally in a competing relationship, but nothing particularly sinister. Instead, they just blossomed into each other's godchildren's stories.

"Well... So Lord Cialisa also has a two-handed sword?

"Yeah, since I was a kid. Nonetheless, your Solquin is fantastic. Calm and exquisite cut and aim...... most importantly, it's that swordsmith. So much constant effort."

"If that's what you mean, Django, you'll take that trouble. I fight in a way that makes good use of the length of my sword. Solquin hasn't set foot well in time. You can't wear it overnight."

A wooden sword about the length of your body assuming both hands - a two-handed sword.

If you compare the double sword with the blade crossing, you can see at first glance the difference in length is double. In view of all this, there were overwhelmingly minutes in Django in terms of intermission, if also taking into account the physical differences of the users.

In the first place, the dance of Dance Double Swordsmanship was meant to attack the opponent's wide intervals with irregular movements.

After all, standing with Django, a two-handed swordsman, was his specialty. However, it should be noted that we have had a relatively large number of opportunities, and still Solquin has not been able to attack out, for one thing, because he has been overtaken by skill.

"Oh what a beautiful dance...... take it off now and make me feel like dancing"

"Always... don't be alarmed, this man is strong."

Sorkin tells himself right away, even if he lacks focus on the poor hipster Django shows.

Simple strength is superior to mine, and overall they are mutually advantageous in standing around by dance...

I just found a gap, but it's in the deepest position of intermission, then I figured......

When he analysed it that way, he crossed his double sword in the front of his body. Conceived by the founding fathers of Dance Double Swordsmanship, it is the setting of the Rapture Dance. I thought this was the best hand in relaxing the status quo.

"Hehe, are you willing to come... okay, beautiful, jump into my chest!

Slightly half-body posture with feet shoulder-width apart. Raise your elbows high and draw your two-handed sword near your temples. The tip of the sword stopped perfectly as he lowered quietly towards the target, overlapping his gaze on the other.

Django, who sang with a sensual voice, restated that.

"Don't just observe this... I have to apprentice my sister once in a while too..."

The counterattack consists of up to three hands, a spike, a loud swing of low, a cut back......

Sorkuin, who shrugged in anticipation, storms towards Django.

I stepped on the edge of the two-handed sword intermission almost simultaneously, avoiding a spike attack on my thigh with a dancing leg.

Two handed swords pulled back and swung through as they retracted, a painful blow aimed at their hips, are taken with crossed two swords and flushed overhead. The opponent flashed his remaining two-handed sword across the universe so that he could go with his body.

Here, the prediction was right, he realized.

"... here!

I avoided a two-handed sword that was wielded diagonally with an inversion of the dance and cut into Django's pocket.

- It was then.

Suddenly, in the light that wrapped his opponent's body, Solquin was bounced off with both his swords.

"I'm so glad you're really jumping in."

"Oh no... that photon...?

Solquin woke up a rolling body and once again ascertained the identity of its light.

It wasn't a mistake to look at or anything, it was undoubtedly brilliant. Photon, visualized as a high density of energy by practicing qi, possesses so much power that it cannot be fattened by normal photons.

"Too bad. I wanted to feel a little more of your dance... sorry, I don't have time for this!

"Damn...... how can I give up on this!?

Sorkuin, cut straight from Django, once again, makes predictions and shoots instead. But that prediction didn't help at all.

The creature he had been dealing with was another creature, wrapped in brilliance.

All the two swords that had been struck back were also bounced by the brilliance that flowed violently on the body surface. He was soon overwhelmed by the physical ability to leap by the phenomenal, harnessing the advantages of the dance.

I couldn't fill it anymore with cuts and moves.

- Brilliance cannot be prevented by the hardness of the Knight's rank.

A two-handed sword that is swung down into a vertical line taps and breaks the two-handed sword that is received across. Still without losing his power, he struck out Solquin's shoulder in a luxurious manner. The power of Photon, who was caged in his gains, was also too different.

"Until then, winner Django-Scadania!

A referee who finds it impossible to continue due to a crushed shoulder fracture, or a broken weapon that is not expected to recover immediately, settles the game. The audience, who saw the appearance of the advanced knight class and the first time in the game, cheered the day the biggest.

Buried in this and aware of his defeat, Solquin, out of his remorse, could not stand up for a while.

Soil is evened, wood chips are picked up, and the end of the first day takes place in a place of struggle.

"You took one of these."

"Oh well... Django. You used it. I promised not to use World War One."

I was soaking up the aftermath of the tournament in my guest seat. Instead, John said, "So again?" He was asked with certainty. Cialisa continued this way when she hammered with a troubled face, "Yeah."

"The way you're looking at it...... yes, that's a rush job. Originally, brilliant vaporization must be mastered at a stage when many photons are in hand. Because even if you just practice, Photon will consume it. In Django's photon holdings…"

"Slightly less than the other kids. Is it precise, like a minute, that you can fight with brilliance?

Cialisa rounds her eyes.

"Well, what if, from this position, you perceived Django's photon?

"No, this is plausible... it's not good. Now it's time for me to go back to my children."

"Yep... I'll see you tomorrow"

"So..."

The third student who broke the first students, the swordsmanship elite school, without any creation, the instructor who raised them. If you ask, he's in the same position as himself, and it's only been three months.

Follow John with his eyes as he leaves behind the passenger seat. Concerned about its odd presence and the identity of the atmosphere, she kept exploring it all the way through the game, but she didn't even feel any special signs of it coming to an end.

How strange, what the hell kind of qualities do you have......?

Purely intriguing, she had unconsciously loosened her mouth.

"Oh my God... Cialisa, you can't..."

Jorzev, who had a far-sighted view of Cialisa, had a toothpick strong enough for blood to seep into his gums.

As a result of the first day, only Void won Games I to II. Otherwise, he was miserably defeated by a third student. Normally, my grades are unexpected without even thinking about them.

"I won't forgive you, I won't forgive you..."

Jorzev, who had an extraordinary obsession with Cialisa, couldn't help but be outraged enough to think that a man who could give Cialisa such a look was a third instructor.

In conjunction with the sunset, the first day of the Westerly Swordsmanship Delegates' Selection Competition will be curtained. Behind the tournament's progression to a smooth sail, Jorzev was invisible and was about to start a disturbing move.