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

Day three of the Westerly Swordsmanship Delegate Selection Competition.

The tournament, which began progressing near noon, is scheduled to run a third mute and sixth tall match shortly.

In the game results of the day, students entering this year's Arcadia Knight Martial Arts Festival as Westerian swordsmanship representatives will be confirmed.

For this reason, the third day of the tournament was usually the most popular day of the year, culminating in enthusiasm to wrap up the arena.

"Finally. If you beat this, Mr. Mute will be confirmed."

"Hmm... right"

Nene talked me into it happily in the guest seat, but John's reaction to it is nagging.

That means he had one thing on his mind. That was inevitably the case because we have been rethinking silently about it since this morning.

"... John, I think you're thinking something, is something wrong?

"No, I'd like to think it's hard to get over... well, I'm still sure of that"

Nene had also noticed John's mysterious face that his attitude was not offensive. That's why she couldn't help but be afraid of something that would make him smile constantly from time to time either.

"I'm back, Mr. Mute. Looks good."

Welcome back, Solquin.

Holoro and Solquin, back from Mute's escort, rendezvous. They left the modem room without waiting for the game to start because Mute wanted to "concentrate alone".

"That... sister, haven't you come to the arena yet?

Looking around, Solquin asked Nene.

"Yeah, when I left the inn, she was on her way to change into a uniform too... she should be here soon"

"Really... you're the same, sister"

To whine, there was a mix of sighs.

Hiding by the water ahead of him through the woods, Lunaquin was blocked in.

Her eyes, overlooking the quiet lake, do not lose their usual brilliance, they can be seen somewhere around.

"I'll be late later," he said to Nene, who is sleeping in the same inn.

But in the middle of the road to the arena dressed in uniform, she had changed her mind.

Lost, lost, lost...

All she thinks about is yesterday's game and the consequences, just exhaust it. It was only if that was still a clear memory that the thought of turning back was still bitter.

"Sister... what are you doing here, it's already Senior Mute's game, aren't you going for backup?

It was my brother Solquin who appeared under such a Lunaquin.

"... what, leave me alone"

Probably don't speak up or look out for me, they'll just barely stick me up......

Solquin, who is familiar with Lunaquin's behavioral patterns, actually even let him center his whereabouts and appearance.

"I thought this would happen"

Somewhere purposefully, he rhymed and continued, "Right......"

"We're twins, but I knew it was just words. Then it's not coming through..."

Two pairs of double swords I had hidden behind my back, throwing a pair of them by Lunaquin. When he makes sure that his gaze is toward the double sword, Solquin hits without question.

"Hey... what the fuck!?

"I lost, too!

He was yelled at by Lunaquin, who picked up his double sword and received it, but Solquin returned it with an even louder voice. Frustrated by a single defeat, the appearance of a grumpy sister was unbearable.

"Hey, what's the rush..."

"You're not rotting, you think you're the only one who lost, huh!?

He was barometric pressured by the momentum of the leopard-changing Solquin, the Lunaquin on the other side receiving a double sword, but when he was hit with some body, he put blood on his head.

"Well, damn, shut up, there's a lot more to Maiden than that!

"You're not a tragic heroine!

"I didn't, I did my best, to beat that woman. Hey, I did my best!

"Honestly, they told me about the rampage cow in the arena and you were really on the diagram!?

"You can't be happy they called you a cow or something, you're not stupid!? Well, like you, you must have vanished in plain defeat, good luck!

"You're kidding me, what I've dealt with is a guy who can vaporize brilliance, even though he's still a student in training school, vaporizing brilliance, it's against the rules, if he's a sister, he can win!?

Good thing I don't have a glimpse, the twins wake up and scatter.

I honestly said what I thought, and we met hard. The sister-brother quarrel, which even half-way gained power, was waged in a very high realm, where he made a sensible move to defeat his opponent, compared to that of the universal general family.

On the quiet shore of the lake, the sound of a dry tree bump sounds, and eventually the quarrel and irrelevant cursing flies.

In the end, it is the promise of this sister and brother that they will fall together exhausted.

"I know! I don't know why I lost, it doesn't make any sense this way, but it was so disastrous, it was so beautiful to you... it's sloppy!

Lunaquin rolled over on her back and cried, slamming her legs.

"Yeah... sister, seriously."

Hearing the truth, Solquin unexpectedly distracts herself. Anyway, where I found out in my belly, I fell asleep with him, and he decided to pick a word.

"Sister...... we're only a year old. Yet all I could fight for was because I had this past month. Now you know that, don't you? I'm sure we're the only ones who can do this kind of sister-brother quarrel... well, maybe it's inside me, but I think my sister should be eye-catching, and we should polish them both from now on... I haven't given up yet either..."

"... thanks"

"Yes, yes..."

Lunaquin has always been a strong personality because he inspires his weak self and protects his various parts. We do not want anyone to understand our nature. Because he's that brother, he's got twice as much feelings for people, and because he's my brother, I can hope he gets back to his heart.

This sister-brother fight was a way of encouraging Solquin, only because he knew such a sister's side.

Feelings are shared with someone for the first time in words, and one day they can be nostalgic, sad, and hateful with someone. If held in solitude, its memory is solitary. If you hold it with someone, that memory is not lonely.

Of course, well, it's still too much to be forgotten.

My sister and brother repeat this. And we're going to keep piling up, like we are today.

"Sister... let's go to everyone"

Solquin stands up and stretches out. He wiped tears abusively with his sleeves and felt a familiar glow restored to Lunaquin's eyes when he took his hand.

That's how his sister and brother's foot toward the arena stops without taking a step. Because he was held back by a pair of black-crushed men at the end of the road.