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

"Mr. Django! Why don't you fight back, why don't you fight!?

Keep throwing similar words from your seats. Holoro was just not convinced by the development of the game taking place in the context of the struggle.

Django is hit unilaterally by opponent Void.

Even when I thought about the two sides of the previous day, I felt Django had more skill than I could otherwise handle.

But without striking back unnaturally, he continues to endure only with hardness, and he thinks it's...

"Mr. Django! Mr. Django... why did you promise me... why!?

While the majority of the audience cheered, there were also some who were disappointed and cursed at this situation, whether expectations had been raised by the show of brilliant vaporization the day before. Already from the start, it will be about time enough passed.

Even if buried in the voices of those seats, those desperate voices should certainly have arrived.

I hear you, I hear you...

So don't scream so hot...

You'll want to meet your expectations and bust the guy in front of you......?

Hearing Holoro's voice, Django had a painfully distressed face that forced him to make a grin.

They were taking Cialisa hostage. He was informed of the facts by a fake Iola before the game and threatened to lose the next game.

"Ha, isn't that what instructor Yorzev said, you really can't help it?

Little voicey laughter has the kind of discouragement you've won. There is no sign of any hesitation in a wooden sword that just swings down on an irresistible opponent. Void's place of business was full of pure malice.

"Void, you know... not beautiful"

He is relentlessly struck, crushing the bones of his limbs, sharpening his stiffness, and losing the power he can use to heal.

Fewer Photon holdings than the average person, if compared to the students at the Knight Training School. So Django is not good at prolonged fights.

I mastered brilliant vaporization because I chose the path of betting everything in the limited time of one minute.

Probably, I'll keep losing...

Keep getting hit with no art of doing anything......

Being familiar with his shortcomings, he would soon come, aware of his limitations.

"Come on, it's sinking!

Folded from a frustrating half, funny half void. When his stiffness weakened, the wounds he sustained deteriorated visibly, and bruises, fractures, lacerations, etc. increased all at once, Django became full-bodied and creative.

Even if you suffer from wounds, throw up blood reflexes and get ugly. I...

He still does not surrender on his own, with no feet, no memory, no consciousness.

It was mean.

"Beautiful I... keep being beautiful!

Shortly after I run out of words, I get hit in the brain and slowly fall backwards. Django couldn't stay up. Void had told me of a gloomy laugh until the break in consciousness.

The match is settled by the proclamation of the referee. This gloomy ending ended up offending the guest seats as well as just causing unparalleled, little twitches in the past.

Why, why, this...

What happened...?

After the game, Holoro couldn't stay or stand.

Run under Django brought out by the operating medical clerk from a place of struggle. Catching up, just, came across on the way it was being carried on a stretcher down the corridor of struggle.

Mixed with the other sixth students' accompanying circles, neat. Plus, I called on them many times.

In response to this, or Django woke up. The sixth students spilled a voice of relief.

"Is that you?... Promise, you couldn't keep it... watch out... he..."

Holoro could not hear what Django was about to say. The medical clerk who arrived in the infirmary refused to say, 'That's all for the escort, please'.

What happened, the circumstances that have to be like that, what...

The medical clerk dropped him off stunned behind the treatment room and stood up with the sixth students.

Considering that the reason why the promise was not fulfilled was' if someone had directed it not to be so ', he did not do it with unspeakable remorse in the back of his chest.

The malice of Yorzev moving behind the tournament finally affected the tournament.

The tournament ends the second day unknowingly harmed.

No one has noticed yet.