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

Late at night when we crossed the date, when everyone was already asleep.

John awoke alone quietly in the bedroom of the log house where he was staying.

It was because I felt that the air around the facility contained slight killing air. It is due to the power of complete sensation, but if there is a difference in experience even seventy years over that of Holoro, there is no longer a need to compare accuracy and sophistication.

His perceptive abilities would be more overwhelming.

How to erase the signs is a secret one, there are three, but it's still far...

You've lost a lot of quality in seventy years...

Quietly leaving the back door of the log house, dressed in a kimono that was a bedtime outfit, he thought again.

It's in the back of the woods, lush away from here continually, that you feel the signs that never will. If you tie the two points in a straight line, it is a lawn on which there is no obstacle. This log house itself was isolated surrounded by a wide lawn.

It's not that hard if you ride in the shade of the night, which noise should we get out of before...

Predicting a loose kill gap, he moves out. First, we aimed in the opposite direction from the point where there were signs.

Its footless quick movement is closer to leaping than running.

During approximately one breath, I could see about 100 medas in three leaps. Into the woods without being distracted by anyone, he assimilated his photons to the trees and the atmosphere.

The life energy called photons is also contained in nature, albeit faintly.

In doing so, his signs blend into the woods and the phenomenon of being able to lose them from the spot. The difference would be historical when compared to how to hide just out of sight and with it unnatural holes in the woods.

As he remained in this state, he bypassed the woods and headed to a place where there were signs of assassinations and thoughts.

I didn't have a few minutes until I got there.

"Lord...... what can I do for us?

Three assassins dressed in covert attire were in the shade of a bush in the shallow woods.

I hid my whole body, black clothes without the sound of folds. Black scraps equipped with black protective gear, such that there is only enough area to protect the steeple. If he had that kind of knowledge, he looked like he could tell it was a federal secret.

"Become...!?

For the first time since standing on his back, the assassins, who were longing for the log house, noticed John's presence. Also, they were each wary of the signs of intense photons hit with their voices.

A man named Nilsch, as soon as he looked back, laid his opponent's face in sight. Originally, the smile that should have seemed mild and lukewarm only seemed creepy in this situation.

A woman named Iola lacked tranquillity after losing an inexperienced intimidation. He pulled out the short knife he snuck on his waist without darkness and confronted his opponent, who made him feel threatened.

A man named Mort instantly realizes from a secret rule of thumb that even the three of us are not in our hands. That's why I asked Iola, who runs wild, "Ma, wait!" and called for a halt.

But it is already too late.

"Don't rush, I say we have a dialogue..."

Just before John slashed me.

There is a shitty bursting sound, under invisible pressure from overhead. Iola quickly lost consciousness when she was beaten hard to the ground and made a dull noise.

The identity of the pressure is the aftermath, produced by 'instantaneously practicing and solving the photon in vitro'.

The technique of practicing in vitro, the technique of practicing in an instantaneous amount, these are the ones that are established, the name of which was called "instantaneous explosion practice". As with the remnants of the example, it was also one of the lost moves in modern times.

"... This is not good, it's going to shift!

"You think I'll miss it?

Nilsh and Mort try to escape, but John held the goings back. Even if I managed to find a way to live before the gap blink, it didn't come true.

It was when Mort thought he was going to take a break.

Someone shows up without a sign, like tearing up a bush. A boy with a face like a small animal, hollow.

"That, if I thought I had signs of a strong photon, was it Teacher John after all? What are you doing here..."

The end of the word saw how suspiciously dressed the secret was, lost to breath. Touch the atmosphere of the situation as you see it and never think that Holoro is calm about this.

"Opportunity!

The dark vessel Mort removed from his nostalgia - caged with brilliance in a thousand copies, he throws it on Hollow's face. Is it also a difficult attack to deal with for powerful people to the extent that they still cannot vaporize brilliantly?

"Come on, back up!

When John let his arms get brilliant, he just interrupted and dropped a thousand copies. At this time, the three others had disappeared, and in the slightest gap they had made in their pretenses, they had let them escape.

"Hmmm...... even if it rots, it's hidden, and the getaway is fast. I guess it's useless to just go after him."

"Um, I'm sorry, I think I got in the way..."

"Good, your Lord is safe and above all. Nevertheless, wouldn't it have been better to erase the signs? I got one too... By the way, what's your lord doing here?

"I don't have a game tomorrow, so train me in bareback and brilliant vaporization"

"That's enthusiastic. But it's late. Shall we go back to the inn?"

The reason I missed the suspicious people, Hollor, who realized it was on me, apologizes peacefully for the awesomeness.

Even so, John didn't blame it. More than that, I would have stopped showing signs because I had some bad feeling, I wanted to commend the act.

Day two of the selection competition, when it's not even dawn yet. A mysterious covert unit aimed at the third log house. I'm not blurry or clear about what this means and what it was meant for, or who set it up.

Now, what's going on behind this tournament...

On his way home with Holoro, he saw where the coverts would have fled, and he thought so.