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

"Sorkin, in your story, it sounds like here... there are signs of no heart or battle"

"No, probably for sure. The remnants of the photon remain faint… wait a moment"

Upon being informed of the entire kidnapping, John and Nene left the arena behind.

Stopping at the cottage along the way, Holoro brought out the beauty under the moon he had brought with him to the tournament. He passed through the surrounding woods with his legs intact, and now he was running to the lake.

"After all, has the quality fallen in the last seventy years... Failure to hide evidence is just a third-rate place to work. But the power you wielded is never small. I don't like it..."

"Is it going to be possible to track it?

"There's a little distance... but we'd be right on the run. Holoro is waiting. Let's try to rush ahead."

Due to a complete sensation, John and his men rushed out in that direction when they perceived multiple photons in a different direction from the arena. The deeper we stepped into the woods, the stronger the signs, and the greater the certainty that we were there.

A few minutes to run, the fort was at the end of a beast path that very ordinary people were not likely to visit.

An integrated facility in the event of forest opening. It is trapped by a fence that prevents entry bans. Moss and lodgings were stunningly rooted on its outer walls and seemed to assimilate beautifully to the forest of things.

There were some traces of recent hand-wounds in the raw shears around the area. It was stepped down to about shoulder width by a single strip from the woods to the fence, and burned down the whole inside of the fence.

"Lord Nene, I'll deal with him... okay?

"... ok"

Jumping through the fence, John and Nene stopped their legs. From the narrow space at the top of the fort, it was found that the secrecy of the pair jumped. At first glance, I also found out that he was a hostile opponent.

Short weight biggles and long skinny kuzan.

"Oh come on, these guys..."

"Ahhh... Mort was noticing and saying, you're the other target. I was supposed to kill him tonight... but I didn't know he was coming to die from me. You saved me a lot of trouble."

Until I got here, I expected secrecy to wait as a lookout. But John didn't dare try to erase the signs until he reached the fort.

If it's not at random, it's not to alarm the target.

It's just that I wanted to see Solquin in secret when he died.

"You're not the ones I saw the other day... Lord, did you just kill one child?

Comparing the waves of body shape and photons, John concluded.

"Oh, I see, I did. That was definitely your student... then I sank it to the bottom of the lake. So... ok, what are you gonna do?

Focusing on Kuzan, who speaks with contempt included, John continues, "Well..."

"Lord... no, I don't want to blame you for what you've done until you've done the work you've undertaken. As long as people don't let go of their weapons, there's probably no choice. And I'm one of them."

"Ho... that's a lot of special winning stuff, but I don't know what else to do. Why did you die like this..."

"... slaughter and slaughter is the world, then I will slay the Lord"

The reason for the wish was all the brilliance that wrapped John's body.

Even though I'm just around, it's this...

If I could direct something like this, I'm sure I wouldn't be sane......

Nene, who was right next door, turned to his imagination, was a chilling thought.

What made her do so is its pale, shivering brilliance, reminiscent of his bottomless madness and darkness, too pure a killing intent. Everything that a man could carry seemed to be concentrated.

"No matter how many allies used to die, it never hurt my heart. Those whose allies were dead and crying, did not seem funny. But in the past three months, I've taken an interest in people and learned their minds for the first time..."

"What... that photon, what?

Even the Biggles, who had previously had a spare attitude, couldn't help but fortify themselves if they were to be struck by such unprofitable brilliance.

Even those who carried out yet another dangerous mission and confronted various targets and became superior coverts had no experience in their intent to kill.

A man who lived seventy years ago in the Great War, called Kensei, was prepared for a special attack on the battlefield of death and neighbourhood.

Everything is for personal gain, no good or evil, I will surely kill...

The Biggles lacked total calm.

You creepy bastard, Nanaka. I don't think that's how it works...

Focusing on John walking over, he pulled out the knife he had been able to sneak.

"That's what it is!?

He distanced himself once in a while by traveling at high speeds due to the physical strengthening of his brilliant qi and by being confused by his hidden peculiar foot carriage. While in this momentum, from the foot of John, who stops, the Biggles are sharply slashed.

Totally flirting with the other guy, convinced that he had invaded the mistake, right away, John and I had eyes.

Shit, this guy, I see...

I had a hunch, I tried to pull myself back soon, but it's too late for him.

- Four gods open, western, white tiger mould...... tiger mess claws.

To the lid, the flow of time slows before death. The target pulled out a knife, revealed a beautiful body, reflecting the sunlight and flickering.

In conjunction with the bodily stirring to shake, which can disappear without sound in his sight - the next moment when he saw the impossible, Biggles was plugged and torn apart.

"Biggles!?

Kuzan's call no longer reaches the blood-stained carcass.

"... being involved with someone must increase the grief you lose later. This idea remains the same. But I guess it's only time before you lose your involvement that makes sense."

John, who started walking again, said he would make it.

"You... who are you...?

"I'm just a coward, a self-righteous fool who takes a step away from the circle of people and just slopes... I truly hope to seek a change there, but don't do it so well. I still can't do anything but slay people."

"... don't be ridiculous!?

Cuzan threw at John when he set up the only thousand copies he could sneak and was worried about his powerful brilliance.

A rock holds the power to penetrate like paper, and multiple blue light sockets rip the wind and proceed.

It won't work with my thousand copies, but...

Seeing and guessing at the remains of Biggles, he considered a thousand copies as restraints and twists, and himself approached the other.

The guess was correct, a thousand copies were played without a blade spill by a brilliant caged moonshine beauty. So this is where fate took the attention and freedom of the other.

When he jumps to his opponent's place with a thousand copies, he brings a splendor to one arm, and he rolls out his knife.

Fingertips turned into sharp blades slid through the moonlit beauty and pierced John's chest.

"... hehe, hehe, my win..."

steeple, which also winds down the heart, instant death succeeded in striking an unstoppable blow. Kuzan laughed, convinced that he had won over his mighty enemies. But when John's body disappeared like dust, he drank his breath.

"If the Lord is also hiding, he must try to confirm the death of the killer... there will be no more."

It was the remnants that took the knife.

The real thing was already waving a beauty under the moon behind it, dispersing Kuzan's body. Beautiful gray hair was dyed red with blood......