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

The secrets employed by Jorzev were five: Mort, Iola, Nilsch, Biggles and Kuzan.

The first move was late in the first day of the tournament.

Raids and kidnappings of Cialisa by three people: Yorzev, Biggles and Kuzan.

Attempted assassination of John and a third student, by Mort, Iola and Nilsch.

Followed by the second day of the tournament.

Malt told Jorzev, Iola told Cialisa, each disguised as their absence.

Biggles, Kuzan is keeping an eye on the area around the fort where Cialisa is being held.

Nilsch was traveling back and forth from the arena to the fort to keep in touch with the situation.

Then it is present.

The others continued from the day before, and two new orders were issued to Biggles and Kuzan.

It's the kidnapping of a third student...

"Shit... you Iola guy, it's not like the info, is it, the hungry ghost wasn't alone?

"As is often the case, let's just do it. I don't know where my eyes are these days."

Although you can't hide in a covert outfit and know what you look like, you can make some distinction from your body shape.

When the short-skinned little fat biggles blurred, the long-skinned Kuzan hurried. Iola, who was in the arena, asked me about Lunaquin's absence beforehand, and using this as an opportunity, the two of them were looking for the whereabouts.

However, if you look for it, you can see a slight difference between what Solquin looks like and the information. This was Biggles' dissatisfaction.

"You know what, I don't need either of you, damn it... which way?

"... you just want a woman"

"You agree. Though hungry, bastard opponents also feel down. Iola's got no color either."

"It's settled. So you don't mind killing a man, do you?

"You too, do something about the habit of someone wanting to kill you... then I'm a woman, the bastard will do it"

A twin, unaware of a covert outfit, perceives those suspicious outfits and dangerous atmospheres and retreats.

"Sister... these guys..."

"You guys...... what?

Keep your eyes on the twins picking up the two swords at your feet, and don't even answer them. Biggles and Kuzan whispered faintly, indicating their respective targets, and it ranged quickly.

Hidden movements with body surgery are heterogeneous to those of knights with swordsmanship, and are more sophisticated than anything else when it comes to doing things.

He was best at hand-to-hand combat and specialized in melee combat, such as being able to handle some outside of the intermission by equipping him with a throwing darker for his phone.

The strength of the Biggles, acting as a top secret, falls one head out compared to the common bottom secret. In other words, the strength of training school students who are less than subordinate secrets cannot be fathomed at all.

The difference in strength is indicated by just a few hands.

Biggles kicked the ground low and kept his distance from Lunaquin.

Though not as fast, the hidden, characteristic foot carriage has the effect of 'illuminating your opponent with your position'.

At first sight, the twins who weren't feeling up to it in action for the first time either still don't have the strength or experience to just see this through.

I can't even respond and approach the nostalgia of my wolf opponent.

He slammed the slap of his hand, which had gained momentum until then, into the crevices, and smothered him.

"... Damn, if you're such a perky starving opponent, it's hard to stifle. You almost killed him, didn't you? I've got a rough job to take care of... oh, I'll take care of it."

"... don't stumble on me"

"Don't be a fool, hungry ghosts are not a hobby"

I'll take charge of Lunaquin, who collapsed at the front, blurry. Shaking his head, for Christ's sake, Biggles turned back to the woods. I joked on my back and said to Kuzan, slightly peeled back and ran away.

"Sister!?

Even if Solquin sets Biggles' back a beat late, the double sword won't arrive.

Kuzan interrupted brilliantly, playing it with batin, both in his opponent's body.

"I have no grudges, but I'll have them disappear..."

Tie the words short, pull one leg together, and lower your posture. Continued, Kuzan rolled out a knee kick linked to the stepping in, as he decided on the chest of his counterpart, paralyzed by recoil.

The intense blow struck Mitsuru has not been reduced in any way, like the Biggles' clapping. It was just purely for targeting and killing the other steeple.

Even if the two swords crossed at the moment of direct strike slip in, they are broken as if they were twigs.

- Disconnect, wear legs.

To the force that penetrates, Solquin's body is bounced off like a kicking ball. The ripples that fell into the lake that was on his back, and that arose, a long way back from the waterfront, spread loosely.

Kuzan is convinced when he sees the surface of the water where nothing floats.

I lost myself to the woods, as I immediately followed after Biggles.

No one was left at the scene where the kidnapping took place less than a minute later.

"Again, that's crazy"

"What is it?

The first battle of the third day of the tournament ended in the overwhelming victory of Mute. All I have left is a second game by a third holoro and a first void, and until that lid is cut off, it's neither good nor good.

The hustle and bustle of the guest seat led John to groan with such certainty. Neighbor Nene was probably asked without leaking to listen, because he's been concerned about how he's been since this morning.

"I've been exploring the signs of Lord Cialisa in the morning, but I've never been able to find her. I thought it was a coincidence yesterday, but when this happens, it seems very different..."

"What do you mean?

If I had seen John's serious face, I would have also lost my temper to hear "Lord Cialisa" from his mouth. Nene took the same serious face and treated this with the attitude she deserved.

"Earlier in the game, students from the Sixth Knight Training School were competing. Lord Cialisa is bound to appear in the management of the tournament in order to submit his consent…"

"If so, she should be somewhere in this arena, right?

Usually photon sensing is done by pushing it out of the body.

Because by hitting people and things that target your photon, you can determine that there is something there. How conscious a person can be of the feeling of unconsciousness - this accuracy also changes.

A complete sensation is a force that completely removes its unconsciousness and can also sharpen its own five senses, its equivalent.

The biggest difference is that you don't need to touch it directly with a photon. If I tell you, my photon is just touching the air, and I know most of it.

For example, if it is a complete sensation, the following interpersonal perceptions can be made:

Touch the photon the other person overflows unconsciously with his own photon and perceive his exact whereabouts.

The opponent picks up a wave of unique photons with his own photons and discerns who is nearby.

In this case, the method John used to find Cialisa was the latter.

From an arena mixed with roughly 30,000 photons, only the faint waves of photons inherent to Cialisa are intensively searched for. It was a tricky move, whether it was someone with an extreme sense of perfection.

But over time - he came to one conclusion.

Cialisa is not in the arena.

"The waves of photons that Lord Cialisa possesses are unique. It seems delicate and elegant, just like that waist."

"Huh... what is a wave?

Nene, who had not mastered the full sensation, frowned at John's lack of understanding of his senses. It's much smaller, and even if it can be detected that there are signs of Photon, it can't be discerned until it belongs to anyone.

"I mean, her waves aren't in the arena. Before the First World War, while the First War was taking place, a long time after the First World War, I can't even feel this now... this is crazy"

"You mean the game started without her......?

"Don't..."

Now, if yesterday's secret is not intended to strike only the third...

What a toothpick, I don't have much information......

John looks down at the place of struggle and thinks boringly.

Hololo and Void enter the arena, with 30,000 voices dedicated to it. I don't know that Cialisa here is - transformed Iola - and he can't recognize her photon as Cialisa's.

"Instructor John, Instructor Nene, we're back. Isn't Custev's sister and brother still coming back?

Mute said back from Holoro's escort.

"Mr. Mute...... yes it is. Solquin, as soon as you went to check on Mr. Lunaquin, we're both still... is something wrong?

Shake your head and answer, as Nene gave in a little.

In the end, she also felt strange that the twins, who did not return during the mute game, would not return after half an hour.

"… execute the second game. Both, to position.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The Holoro game began without a third face, just after.

Different kinds of twitching occurred from the passenger seats located behind him.

I wonder what it is, John looks back. My whole body was wet and I found Solquin looking muddy. He was flapping his shoulders at one man, and that made him look like he was standing somehow.

"John... the instructor... hey... by"

Sorkin, with John in his eye, weakened like a puppet with a broken thread, on the way to saying something. The man who supported this can't hide his surprise either.

The man found him falling snugly near the arena, tried to transport him to the infirmary, and he was just an ordinary man who had just been asked to take him here.

"How about that!?

Look, no, John jumped big and jumped over the audience.

Fall out of a man's hand and land by the fallen Solquin.

He immediately checked the condition - finding out that while his heart and lungs were stopped, he could still feel signs of Photon even slightly.

Nene caught up running up the stairs in the passenger's seat, sensing the weight of Solquin and keeping his mouth shut.

"John, what the hell is this...?

"I'm blocked by a dragon's medulla. Hurry up... Lord Nene, open the front of Solquin's jacket."

Instead of clapping his hands and practicing in his body, John instructed Nene.

"Wow, I get it...... so, Ryuuuuuuuuuuuuu... what? Solquin, are you going to help?

Nene, who does as he is told, asks without resting his hands.

"Photon as we call it now, Kagurong Light, a body tissue that connects to the meridians of the whole body that produces it. The dragon's medulla is one of the hidden steeples of the human body. It would be helpful if you did the wrong thing..."

"............... Yes?

"If the dragon medulla point hole is hit with a photon, the dragon medulla will be blocked. In fact, that body loses its photon and its physical function stops. This geisha is a secret thing... are you lucky to have a shallow angle..."

We should have cared for those closer to us, who were utterly bypassed...

What were you doing, you fool...

John strongly disputes himself.

His jacket spanned Solquin's body, with a large mole pressing his hands against his chest.

As his surroundings sipped and watched, he said, "Mmm!," he tempered, sending in a trained photon.

Sometimes, covert instant death moves couldn't have killed Solquin on the spot because there was a defense with a double sword on the brink. Though it was inevitable, a calm cut kept him alive.

"What... Ha!?

Solquin breathes back.

Sending Photon in to force him to reopen the dragon's medulla, John let his body take back its original normal function. "Hang on, it's all right now," he cries out to him, badly annoyed.

"Teacher John...... I... my sister!?

A hazy sorquin swung his power to tell the facts of the kidnapping.

Just then, the whole guest seat went out of its way and changed its expression.

What was a smile was getting steep, putting under the eyes what had happened again in the context of the struggle.