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

Going back, just before we started.

Holoro, who faced Void in the center, looked naturally back on the whole of the game the other day.

With no hesitation whatsoever, a man who unilaterally continued to strike his irresistible opponent with a wooden sword and looked like he had won the moment of settlement, right in front of him -.

There must have been some reason, it's so decided...

Django, you can't beat someone like this...

I'm not gonna believe that. He was still not convinced of Django's defeat.

"Hey, let's shake hands, huh? Look, come on, it's the quiddo spirit, you know what I mean?

"... yesterday's game, what did you do?

Glimpse of the hand offered with the inferior laugh, Holoro asks Void.

"Oh - yeah... I'll tell you what. That's why you're taking my hand, right?

I don't know if they'll do anything.

Still wanting to know the truth, I approached Void. Holoro was forcefully grabbed along the way, his hand stretched out roughly. The next clap was pulled from body to body and ear punched with a shady voice.

"Hey... come on to you, there was a woman who was called a rambling cow or something and she was in good shape... now come on, you know what he's doing...

It also makes me emotional and seems to absurd my voice to words that I don't even think are profound and serene. But Holoro thought of it. Assuming the worst case scenario, it became a decision not to touch.

"Heh, you're smart. That's right, hey, if I run weird here, I don't know what's gonna happen... Speaking of which, Django guy, he still won't wake up? Not at all... because he sticks like such an idiot"

"... No way, Django, you're like this... you're a coward"

"Whatever you say, the result is everything."

from the void and is returned openly.

The lightly poked away holoro followed the referee's urging and headed to a fixed position.

Django, I wonder how you felt...

They must take hostages and accept defeats they don't want......

I've never felt so sorry for you...

Sift your fists and let the emotions behind your chest release.

The more obscure the voice of the guest seat was, when he was drunk by such emotions, he didn't even notice the signal of judgment.

"Hi-ha-ha. Ha-ha!

From Void intoxicated by the confirmed victory, he was struck two, three, with a wooden sword. Here finally, Holoro found out the game was starting.

Lose, you can't do anything, you can't even face it seriously......

Even if you try to consolidate your guard with hardness late, you won't break your barbed posture, you can't break it.

What a light, what a void, what a heartless punch......

Django on such a sword you......

He gets a one-sided blow to his whole body - he was in the same situation as Django the other day, and he was sore.

"Whoa, what's wrong with you, you got no hands, no legs!?

For some time after the start, the atmosphere surrounding the arena wandered to the worse.

In the other day's hide, the majority of the audience who just waited for the game would clear up, dissatisfied, and throw a mark of.

The audience's voice was suspicious of the game's unfolding and worried about the hollows - loud enough to undo it.

"What are you doing!?

"You're making fun of us!?

"You can't pay me back!

'If you're unwilling, surrender quickly!

I can't do anything, but I didn't do anything stupid, I don't want to surrender to a sword like this...

Having regained some calm, Holoro replied in his heart to the voice raised from the guest's seat.

The body that continues to be struck is seeping blood with lacerations, feverish with bruises, and screaming with fractures.

Wonder, no matter how many such wounds he sustained, he never felt any pain.

Damn, I want to hit it right now and give it back, oh well, I must be mad...

I hate people for the first time...

He realizes that his heart is overwhelmed with sensation.

"Ho...... holo...... lol...... holo!

I overheard your voice.

I look sideways at someone calling myself over and over - it was mute.

She looks at herself from the front row of the guest seat and Holoro glances away.

I'm not angry not to fight, I'm not worried about being hit unilaterally, I just have eyes like I accepted everything, there it is.

There should have been over there, no instructors John and Nene......

Right, that's right. Then there's one thing I have to do...

He perceived her intentions and lowered his mouth angle.

"... your sword is so light, your sword is so full of gaps, your sword is pathetic... hey are you serious?

His face was severely distorted by cheap provocations, and Void said, "Ah!?" and spilled a frustrating voice.

It is convenient as expected. Despite this situation, that Mute has such an eye color, that John and Nene, who were in the guest seat at the start of the game, are not here now. These two points taught Hollow.

They know the truth about the situation for some reason, and they're already embarking on a solution,...

Then all that needs to be done is to draw attention and endure so that this is not understood.

"Hey... I'm sure you're referring to the kind of sword you're waving"

"... don't regret it, ah!?

It's okay, I believe...

Mr. Lunaquin, the John instructors can do something about it......

Squeezing his swollen mind, Holoro tells himself that.

And you get a wooden sword in that body again.