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

September 2.

Rumors have come to light that this year's selection tournament is promising for the residents of Valper Lake, and as a result, more guests arrived, the enthusiasm in the arena naturally surpassed the day before.

The first match of the second day of the Western Swordsmanship Delegates' Selection Games is a match between Mute, who has greatly elevated the Games since the first day of the Games, and Lunaquin, the raging bull in the arena that currently attracts the most attention in the Games.

Expectations were rising in the battle between third students and in the clash between the two, who can also be seen in the public eye as powerful, both in the audience and in those involved.

"Um, Mr. Holloro, you didn't go with either one of them, did you?

"Teacher Nene... uh, I kind of think the waves are going either way, the..."

Looking blurry from the guest seat at the place of struggle where no one was yet, Nene seemed out of hand, so he shook up the subject.

Horolo, who was wanted to be escorted by Mute and Lunaquin this morning and at the same time face to face, had responded, "I'm not going either way" when I think about it later and get scared.

Whether it was an obvious word or not, all this time, there was nothing else left to lose.

You can't pick one and motivate one down, and I don't know what I should have done......

He slammed against the railing of the guest seat and roared stuffily.

"Hmm, hot guys are hard, huh?

"No, please don't... I'm new to this. What about Instructor Nene, there's been a rumor among the students that it's forbidden love with his brother-in-law or something?

"Become... hey, learn more about that story!

If you're chilling people's sex - to karma, Nene eats the face.

Mute and Lunaquin revealed themselves in a place of struggle, not knowing that there had been such an exchange in the guest seat before the game. I walked out of the entrance at both ends and just looked at the person coming from the front.

"So... what about you after all?

I honestly don't know.

"Yeah, it's hard, you know?"

"Not at all..."

Filled with dry atmosphere, center of the arena.

Throw away the voice of the referee as he is wrapped in deliberation, and exchange words pale when confronted.

It is sinister from day to day, but not in fact. If one of them is just unacceptable because we can recognize each other, we can say that we are good friends, except for one of them.

Though I wouldn't put it in my mouth, the two of them were letting this be included in their floating grin.

"We're going to run the Westerly Swordsmanship Delegate Selection Competition, Day Two, Game Two, Game One, both positions now!

As a woman, I actually kind of admire you...

Turn the double sword in the starting position and Lunaquin sets it up vigorously.

You can be honest with yourself, I'm also vague about what you think...

Two, three, jump gently in the starting position to get used to your feet and the mute stands quietly.

Still, now more than that, I just don't want to lose so I take it down......

The referee said, 'Begin!' Before I ran out, the two stepped out.

Guest seats sprung up at once.

The first hand crossed across the street in the center was slightly muted to the forefront.

Lunaquin, who flushed the cut from the bottom with one double sword and turned to the side with a vigorous dance, returns the lateral giraffe on the other. The continuous speed of the two swords exceeded that of the cutting back of the wooden sword.

Mute, who made the decision that he would not make it to receive it, drops his posture heavily and avoids the double sword. Successively kicked his opponent's axial leg off.

Previously on Scatter - I've dealt with Nene faster than myself, and my ability to deal with instantaneously was greatly nourished.

A mute aiming for a cracked gap in his opponent's posture pulled the wooden sword backwards in an attempt to cut in.

"What the...!?

Lunaquin, who leaned against him so much that he seemed impossible to fight back, turned an effective arm that interacted with the twist of his body and forcefully hit his opponent's flank.

"Agoo......!?

He gets hit with a nagging spot of consciousness, and the mute blunts his behavior. Though that's how he shredded his temper to wave the wooden sword, now it's time to kick and play the opponent in a totally defenseless position, hard forward.

"Well, that's... you're not strong."

"You've never been hit by someone close to your age..."

It would have been a flash of collision, as if I had bumped two bows.

I'm not kidding, if you're going to take it with a sword, you can still avoid double swords at that close range...

How fast do you like it......

Press your lateral abdomen to watch your opponent focus on healing, and Lunaquin teeth.

It was a failure to break my temper into attack, my defense was weak......

The movement and sword from that posture, the power of the awesome trunk, the hand strong...

A mutt sweetbites his lower lip without cutting his gaze from his fluttering, standing opponent for a moment.

But that's why it's funny......

In conjunction with each other's recovery, the two stepped out again.

For a while, the game that still lasted was something with a glimpse of slightly ugliness.

Hard breath defenses, nosebleeds, etc. do not take time to heal, and the hands of the attack do not loosen, meeting each other.

The majority of those who say that they are not even able to see, rather than tired of the audience already, are feeling nagging.

Meanwhile, from another guest seat with the Nenes, John was smiling at the game.

Think of it as some kind of strong attitude from the beginning......

Still young, but a strange, crisp and heartbeat match. They both grew well in a month...

He was also interested in guessing where the two games were unfolding and where they were going.

According to his - this game would have been a long one. The mute is overwhelmingly outpaced in overall speed, but the instantaneous speed of application is only slightly faster than Lunaquin's dance double-swordsmanship.

Mute's method of warfare is known as hit-and-away, and it focuses on accelerated assault from a distance.

In contrast, besides "Dance Invading the Opponent's Interment", Dance Double Swordsmanship has a defensive tactic called "Dance Protecting Your Interment".

This is the same idea as the Four Divine Orientation, which was to defend the opponent's attack with one sword and cut it back on the other.

These elements go hand in hand perfectly.

But there is always a difference. Overwhelmed by speed, Lunaquin has no means to attack himself......

The mute holds all the options for attack. Even if the skills are mutually reinforcing, they should be different mentally......

Together this game......

The more the game carried, the more realistic the reasoning went.

Two, he found Hollor and Nene in a remote guest seat.

"In the end, I couldn't find it...... does the baking still remain spinning?

John groaned in mockery, taking his feet to the Nenes.

What he was acting apart was wanting to talk to Cialisa about last night's raid. But I couldn't find it. If so, first give up and try to rendezvous...

Holoro, who rides himself out onto the railings of the front row, was still seriously watching the game haul.

Similar Nene, one way or the other, looked half that way.

"Lord, are you here?"

John spoke to those two.

"Ah, Teacher John...... what do you think of this game?

"There will probably be armaments up for mutes. But I don't know what's gonna happen until it's the last time."

Gaze from hollow to nene.

"What does Lord Nene think?

"Hmm... you're not with Cialisa instructor today, are you?

"Right...... I have a few things to talk about, and I'm looking for them, but I haven't seen them yet today. Where the hell are you... Lord Nene, don't you know anything?

Nene nearly cut the knucklehead off.

John, who has been calling me "Lord Cialisa" for something since last night, was causing me to get irritated.

I was somewhat reluctant to put up with what was spoken of as inferiority to personal cialisa, rumours I heard from Holloro, and even "want to talk" about it now.

Nevertheless, I don't have the muscles to blame for it specially, and then she just has to persevere and cry to sleep.

"Ugh, I don't know!

"Hey, what?

John, who is oblivious to people, has no signs of realizing this or other fine dust.

The first game ends in a mute victory with the fall of Lunaquin due to photon depletion.

I was lazy, but at the end of the day, the audience applauded in vain for a good fight. Also after the game, those who fall in love with Lunaquin's pig rush battle went on and on, and in terms of popularity, the armament rose on her.

Then, between then and the second game, which takes place half an hour later.

Django was bowling with Hollow in a corner of the arena.

"Ah, poor maiden doesn't turn us back, she drools her nosebleeds and so on and fights... that's also a kind of beauty, hehe, really the third is just the funny one..."

"Mr. Django... you can't tell them to make a mistake, can you?

"I know, let's just keep it in our minds"

"I hope so."

"By the way, Sixth... didn't you see my school instructor?

"That beautiful guy, isn't he? But I was looking for instructor John too... Django, are you looking for him too?

"Oh, I just saw a little this morning, it seemed a little crazy because of my mind... and then something flattering. I'm supposed to have to go and submit my consent form to run the tournament."

"In short, I wouldn't complain if I died, that's a consent form, right? I'll tell him when I see him."

A consent form is a form submitted to the operation by a parent who is not a participant in a competition. In summary, "Death during the match, or death due to sequelae, does not raise objections".

Healing by human photons is carried out according to survival instincts and also unconsciously.

It's just difficult to self-heal - you can't keep dying instantly - not if you suffer physical damage such as brain detachment, heart rupture, etc.

For this reason, athletes also avoid spikes to steep points, which are relatively likely to kill their opponents. In case you kill someone, you're disqualified.

"Helpful, if you see him, tell him to wait directly at the venue where the tournament is run, because he'll have trouble getting in the wrong place."

With the help of searching for Cialisa, Django flicks himself dressed.

As I tried to walk away, Holloro called me to get the word "promise" on my back.

"... oh, I'll see you tomorrow"

Returning with his thumbs up, Django was buried in a crowd in the arena.

I wouldn't be able to tell you about people either...

How dare you, well, that's something you can say without a coward, a really funny one......

Looking back at the smile Hollor was pointing at when he broke up, he tickled somewhere and laughed.

"Oh, Cialisa instructor. I looked for you. Where the hell have you been?

As he continued his search, Django found Cialisa in the corridor of the arena. There was discomfort in the sophisticated manipulation verses that they still seemed like someone else, but this instructor also thought there was nothing else.

"I need to talk to you a little bit about the game. There are a lot of people here, so we're going somewhere a little less popular."

"... yeah... ok"

Django followed Cialisa's back as she was told.

From the city of Valper Lake, behind the woods that went north, there is an abandoned ancient fortress.

Before the war, it was a robust, assembled facility built by the Westerian state to prevent the invasion of its northern neighbors.

It is slightly smaller when it comes to fortifications, as part of the wide lake is a border with its northern neighbours, thus assuming only the interception of the enemies attacking it by boat.

"How impolite... what the hell is this?

In an usu dark empty room behind the fort, Cialisa raved her voice.

For the most part, I'm tolerant enough to make you laugh, but I can't tolerate all the tricks I get here.

That means that his hands and feet were tied with rope and deprived of their liberty. The clandestine roping was tied up in a difficult way, hindering maneuvering - even making me wear a ring made of jarmanite ore.

"Oh, my God. Two more days...... I'm just here, Cialisa"

It was Jorzev who was incarcerating Cialisa.

He was raiding last night along with his subordinates' secrecy and kidnapping them to this abandoned fortress. Sometimes what happened to him was that yesterday's losing streak put him in a situation where there was no more, and he was half abandoned.

"What are we going to do?

"I'm in trouble if Void doesn't win. You see, Django at your place... you're strong, you can vaporize brilliantly. If you fight normally, you won't win if you're such a mutt. I'm in trouble."

"No way... who's you!?

"Probably a sweet kid, so hey... come on if you find out now"

Cialisa returned Jorzev in a mocking manner.

"Shallow... I am a teacher, if it is before the Django game, me and you will have to show up to run the tournament, someone will notice this by then, if so..."

"You know... if it's a top secret, I'm mastering the art of changing my appearance."

Someone revealed themselves from the darkness of the room.

Long, long-winded hair with chestnut hair, long, full-bodied beauty. It was the figure of Iola, a covert hired by Jorzev, transformed in a dimensionless way to Cialisa-Win-Westerlia.

Due to manipulation and physical qi, a hidden technique transformed by regulating the range of activating the flesh - "Transformation technique" can be mastered by undergoing extremely special manipulation and physical qi training.

It's just a very useful move to hear, but it's not omnipresent.

The original skeleton, body mass, etc. cannot be changed, so the height, weight, gender, etc. cannot be changed. In other words, this technique, which is mostly used for replacement purposes, cannot be made unless it matches the other person's gender, body shape, etc.

In that regard, this woman named Iola was in close shape to Cialisa. This was not a coincidence, it was only possible in case Jorzev thought about it and prepared it in advance.

"Well, what does that look like... mine!?

"If you win today's game and now it's time to kill that abominable young man...... you'll get it soon"

"This kind of thing..."

"That's what I'm talking about, you know, cialisa... hahahaha -"

Looking down at the desperate Cialisa, Yorzev laughs mad.

Already, Django's game was about to start.