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

By the quiet lake, the Bulper Lake fortress site is no longer visible as it has become more sophisticated.

"I believe in Hollow...... does your Lord not believe in the students you raised?

At a short distance, John asks Jorzev as Cialisa watches the end of the line.

"Can you believe those scumbags? This is my career. I don't need to be crushed... I have the strength, I'm comparable to the Eight Knights, I have the power to override, all I have to do is my career."

There are no lies in the words of Jorzev. It was thrown out of a stiffened electorate consciousness.

"Hi, I don't think your lord is a good man to say those words. What did your lord become a knight for?

"Listen, what are you gonna do, even preach to me? Younger than me, powerless. You?

"I don't like it... I want to hear the motive of the person I'm going to beat..."

Jorzev laughs.

"... haha, beat me down, this me, what if you came here to do it with me?

"That's it, you can't let it go wild. I need you to make the right atonement in the right place."

When John dropped his gaze on the beauty of the moon, Jorzev's expression shrugged and included anger.

"I don't know what trick you used to blow up the fort, but that's all you got, isn't it a good concern?

"So what do you say, are you going to be beaten down by adults, or, are you going to be beaten up by resisting?

Jorzev wrapped himself up in brilliance and gave up his voice.

His brilliance lived in a special power that drew a line with normal it.

The light, which should be blue and white, stains red and changes its nature to a fiercely hot flame. A presence that reigns over the senior knights of the Confederacy - an 'elementarized photon' that is made imperative by the Commander of the Eight Knights.

It was a power expressed only to those born and raised in descent or special environments, as one extreme in photon ability.

The force he was born with is the elementarized photon of fire.

Flames are a part of the body, a powerful weapon that is hard to turn into anything else.

"Nothing, it's over when you're out of charcoal!

From the flames unleashed by Jorzev, John was instantly drunk all over his body.

A raging, swirling primitive light occasionally heats the atmosphere. The manipulation of the owner brought it together on the sphere - if it were also in its vortex, it would no longer be allowed to survive the organism or anything else.

The voice of Cialisa, which led to the body of one imprisoned there, stuck to the quiet Valper Lake forest.

"Hehehe, hahaha... as I said I would beat him down, not as much as my mouth. It was a boring guy...... now it's over, Cialisa. We're a couple from today on. Well, let's get along..."

"You are... someone named you..."

To Jorzev, who has a tender face, Cialisa gives it up, just, and would have worn it.

The blast sounded like the earth had pulsed, and the flames of Jorzev were bounced off and gone. Something happened, and when the two of them looked round, there was a figure of John dressed in pale brilliance.

Without one scratch, he had no burn on his clothes.

"Ho... Elementarized Photon, or don't let the Lord bless you with talent"

"... stupid, intact... no way, you have an elementarized photon too!?

John shook his neck sideways and continued, "No, no..."

"I didn't inherit that blood, and I didn't grow up in that kind of environment. Not even talented."

"Oh, my flames are just photons to prevent..."

"No, but you think?

"What...?

I can't keep up with the words and Jorzev pushes silence.

"Elementarized photons are the forces of nature with a wide variety of effects and incredible power. Sometimes you manipulate the earth, you manipulate trees, you manipulate water, you manipulate metal, and you manipulate fire if you want to. But there's no reason why people can't do what they do."

Letting go of the naked undermoon beauty sticking her sheath to the ground, John stepped forward.

"Your Lord's flame has no interference whatsoever, it's just something Photon has changed. And the Lord just keeps it flying. Where the nature has changed, being a photon doesn't change, and there's as much to prevent."

If we're going to manipulate the flames, we have to prepare a spark or something beforehand...

That would have made your Lord's photons real by interfering with that spark......

Whatever, I don't have the in-laws to tell you...

John stood quietly.

Open your legs and be slightly half-body. Drop your hips and you'll have the impression of a agile kick out. Grab the target at the fingertips of one hand that protrudes gently, pull the other hand to the chest, and gently grip.

Alan-Smithy's sword-sanctioned origins are because power was shown by the sword. The ultimate elementarized photon is regarded as the strongest without it, and what was truly feared was its power to dwell in a photon with pure refinement.

The anecdote of Kensei is true.

Photon, ultra-high-density energized by extreme manoeuvre, was caged in a beauty under the moon and released as an air shot. Just like turning a fort into dust in one swing, it used to break the enemy line.

"Now the flame is 30% power, and even ten percent knew the extent of the Lord. I'm in trouble if you don't let the Lord live... and there's no guarantee that you can keep him alive with a knife, so let's deal with him with a fist... something like three hands?

"Heh, kidding......"

John left the sound behind and once again fleshed into Yorzev's nostalgia, which showed signs of attack, punched a fist in its belly that would determine. Defense by brilliance makes no sense against the power exerted.

I'll warp your face. I'll jump your opponent's jaw properly with the back of my hand. Once again, the frustrated pocket - he pressed his left shoulder against each of his opponents, stomping hard on the ground with his right foot.

Only for the amount of leg strength that the complete sensation has worked and the ground has sunk, it conveys its own body and is given to the opponent's body. The opponent blew without a leg, knocking down a bunch of woodland trees ahead of him, and finally fell.

There was too much momentum for human consciousness, difficult to prevent from trying to consolidate oneself with brilliance.

"... I feel Photon, for one thing, you seem to be alive"

John ascertained Jorzev's cheapness and softly collapsed the face he had been holding up until then. Looking back at the glimpse of Cialisa, he called out with no yield whatsoever.

"Come on... let's go home, Lord Cialisa"