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

Special life energy held by Arcadia humans.

The power commonly known as' Photon 'was something that sometimes leaped strength, sometimes increased natural healing power, and greatly influenced humans in the world.

The nations of the world embarked on a process of clarification and development, knowing that the advantages and disadvantages of this supposedly ancient power were ultimately factors in the victory and defeat of the battle.

That's how I was born: a knight training school, an institution that doesn't educate and develops boys and girls who are innate photon-capable people - photon-capable people.

Training schools in each country have an approximate length of study of two years. After graduation, the students were assigned to the army of a country commensurate with their abilities, and promised to become knight chiefs of less than two hundred soldiers in general.

It's an elite military training school, so to speak.

The Cavalier Training School in Westerlia, under the federal umbrella, is no more than one of them. It was customary here to learn the basics in first grade and the applications in second grade.

June 16th, lunch break.

"How dare you, you idiot, have been unscrupulous in the arena, it's hard to fix it."

"Shh, I'm sorry, I felt something worthwhile teaching that boy named Holoro, and I had a fever. Forgive me."

John, summoned to the president's office, was told by Jill at the opening best to get a fist bone.

He had been blamed for not thinking about it later and causing damage to the exercise area. I'll make an excuse, but if I didn't feel any signs that I could convince Jill, he'd just wolf too.

Nene, who is in the same room, remembered the strange feeling of the legendary Kensei under barometric pressure.

"As it were, well, why don't you just leave it at that? I didn't mean to offend Alan either."

"... well, that's the same thing I just said. Be careful in the future...... okay Alan?

I didn't seem convinced by Jill, but I also had a mouthful from Nene, and once she does, I am forgiven. As a reminder, John replied in various ways, leaving the president's office behind as a result of the detachment.

Just around the time it was time for practical training, Nene and I headed to the practice field with our legs as they were.

"Day two, right? What the hell will happen?

"Um... to see the attitude this morning, I don't think it's the same as yesterday... but what will they do?

"What would John do if the students wanted training?

"... I'm a human being too, I might just get a little mean"

What the hell do you think......

He was changing his evil state during the morning salute - Nene, who asks about the students, is confused by the profound return of its meaning.

Nothing, I don't care so much because I favored the kids and didn't become a teacher...

Still being scorned doesn't feel good......

Nevertheless, I guess I don't have the muscle to blame and scold those kids for their wickedness...

John masturbates himself that way, but if he doesn't have enough words, there's no way that it's going to pass on to Nene.

At the arriving exercise area, the students waited in line. I turned away from my attitude the other day and looked nervous somewhere.

"... what are you lords doing?

John puts the students in perspective and puts them in a trance.

"Instructor, teach us the sword!

A student who had just stepped out here, as if he had shown it to him, raised his voice asking him to teach from there early in the arrow. Still, there's no one there to apologize for the other day.

"You guys...... don't you have anything to say before that!?

Nene, who felt angry about this, yelled and scattered without even being able to lift her emotions.

"How are you... Lord Nene, calm down. I don't give a shit about that."

John, who deceived Nene, told the students off.

"Look, it's dissolution. Don't worry about me. Start training."

Continuing, finding a hollow in the row, John called out, "Come."

Holoro, who has no flanks for his classmates, who get emotionally depressed by himself from temptation to bar, took these two and headed by the same implant as yesterday.

"Let's make a bare move today. I still have a few things to do right."

"Yes, thank you!

Put a place in the shade of a tree and John gives guidance to Hollow quickly.

For a while, the other students were eager for the two of them on a faraway roll, but eventually began self-training, as they had given up. But that would be something that, compared to the other day, would obviously not be lively.

Instructors have a duty to teach, we can all ask for teaching......

Pushing students aside is like a promise as educators......

So if we all ask for teachings, they should tell us......

Until earlier, the students thought so.

It is very similar to the educational method of "educators deliberately throw away students in grades when they scold and make them apologize for their autonomy," but the essence is completely different.

In the first place, there would be no sense of autonomy at a time when being an individual would also make it a group of horns and grades.

John is not an educator.

It is not something I would have learned if I had him tell me, even if I would have been obliged to teach as a position. I just get asked to teach, and that's why I want to know. I pushed him away because I didn't care much.

"I'm sorry, I'm so cute... and yet, are you glad I let you go?

"Again... both Lord Nene and I seemed human. Besides, if it breaks your heart to this extent, you shouldn't be a knight or anything. Not only will you die a dog on the battlefield, but you will also die a soldier who was mischievous."

That said, even if my heart doesn't break, those kids today will be a waste of time just teaching......

But what's wrong with the four and three more who have to be candidates as representatives of the militant festival...

Instead of mentoring, John looked at the blurry and other students and murmured, "Strong, who will see". Shortly after I was called out, the idea that I had been working with was also blocked.

"Haha, uh... hi..."

I have a loving laugh, a cheerful greeting, and Mojo and two students have kept their feet together.

'Um... I want us to teach you the sword too...'

'I saw that one yesterday, it's amazing! I want to see a teacher, too, so tell me!

John looked at the complexion of the two and took a breath, immediately returning the query.

"I do not know your lords. Why don't you tell me... what a knight is to your lords? What kind of knight would you be?

As troubled by the words, they answered.

"Leading a lot of soldiers in the future, I guess I'm responsible... so I think I'll be a serious knight"

'Uh... oh, I'm just like her, I'm responsible, I want to be strong'

Responsibility, of course, doesn't make sense...

Besides, "I think" is not very clear again...

If you're lying, you're not even prepared to make an affirmation or it's out of the question to be alone...

Slowly "I hate lying," he thrusts, returning silently to the wooden sword waving by Holloro. John left the two of them alone, as if nothing had happened. It wouldn't have been a minute before then.

Two students walk away in heavy footsteps, dropping their shoulders at the prospective and off end. Another student appeared to replace this. I waited away for them to finish talking.

"Teacher...... play a game with me"

Rin-faced female student with cream-colored hair in a breeze.

He is long and disappointed in his stature, but his femininity has not been compromised. Still, I have a strong impression that you are holding a twisted wooden sword beside you, in terms of temperament or male victory.

Ever since John took office, I have been unrelated, mute-schhalv.

He was innate in his physique and photon holdings, and his sword arm was comparable to, or better than, his active knight length class, leaving him wanting the name Genius.

She was interested in John's strength.

"With me... you want to play a game?

"My predecessor's instructor didn't deserve me to be taught. In fact, I played a game and won with force"

"... right"

"So play a game with me. Tell me if I deserve to be taught."

"Come on... but Lord Nene will"

Nene caught up in the pretend was like, "What!?" I raise my voice in a hurry.

Mute, who already cared about it, was handed to push one of the wooden swords she had. I already missed the time to tell you.

"Instructor Nene, please"

"Hey... uh... oh, I get it now... shall we do it"

Was your name, indeed, Mr. Mute......

The president told me there was a genius, but I wonder what kind of child he is, how well he is......

Besides, you seem to have some bad confidence, and I'm a deputy instructor for once, too, and I'll make it right for you...

Behind a secluded sigh, Nene thought.

We faced each other about inside the exercise area, each with a wooden sword - about ten steps away.

Genius Mute is going to play a game with her new deputy instructor......

The bishop had so much power, maybe even that guy...

Seeing it, the other students rested their training hands and paid serious attention.

"Yes, yes, anytime."

Nene signaled the annoying smell.

Immediately afterwards, the mute stepped in to breathe a sigh of relief in between. A sudden blow was fired as it slammed next to the opponent.

It was an early move with his predecessor's instructor, and it was just fast enough not to allow the knights in line to react.

But I don't respond to that.

The sideburns aimed at the torso were paired with wooden swords and easily prevented.

Did they cut you off? Were you prevented from taking this...?

An enlightened mute twists her body in an attempt to regain her flowing posture with much momentum. I tried to celebrate the person I was supposed to be there with in my sight, but I looked back, and I didn't see him.

"Don't overestimate a blow...... if you challenge your opponent with speed, first assume that they are faster than you. Otherwise, there's no escape, right?

Nene was whispering behind the mutt and stroking its head in the belly of a wooden sword. That's all I could afford.

- In front of that divine speed, all speeds become dull and reduced.

There's no way mutt can hide his surprise in this, though, and he's not frightened. When I paid my opponent's wooden sword, I made the distance and then stepped in again.

Now he punches quickly into continuing to stand at close range, but they were either cut in the sky or received with a wooden sword.

"The cut in is monotonous. Your sword is just fast...... you can see through next, right? If combined with speed, more like this -"

Cut the words, Nene accelerates at once.

What the mute remembered in the next moment was the feeling of something hitting the core of his body everywhere in his body, such as his neck, shoulders, arms, flanks, thighs and ankles, without pain.

"- So if this was a serious battle, you said you were falling apart by now... glad this is the game..."

Nene gets sarcastic and turns back to Sosa and by John.

All of those feelings were the blows of a hand-minded wooden sword. Operate the photon - a technique that is possible because of the extreme 'manipulative breathing technique'. Yes, the alias Shinji is never Dada.

I've lost sight of what I was supposed to see in the middle of my sight...

Am I fast enough not to be able to see?

In it, the art of doing so much maneuvering, it's like no match...

There was up there, it came so close, then what, it's decided...

When Mute understood late, he lost his will to fight. I look up into the sky for a while, then chase the winner's back, as I have decided to do. I was convinced it should be.

"Teacher Nene, I'm afraid. Apparently I was complacent. Teacher John, I apologize for the disrespect...... please. Tell me the sword…"

Mute bowed his head deeply, before John and Nene.

"It's... for what?

Mute didn't get lost answering John's question.

The voice would be unconscious, something that reminded me of some strong sign of resentment.

"... I will slaughter the Empire"

"Right. Then... your Lord should learn the sword from Lord Nene"

Demanded by John and Mute with a glowing eye, Nene makes his face catch on to this unintended strike again.

No, it's nothing, it's not that I don't like it...

But even if they didn't deny the 'obvious problem child'...

In the end, she broke down and accepted the leading role of mentoring a child with genius problems.

Starved eyes, signs of resentment, that's dangerous......

At this time, John was feeling signs of darkness in Mute's heart. Still, no matter why it is, it is only if we think that we cannot push the honest back that we can accept this as well.

As a result, the number of godchildren increases to two.

Falls and geniuses - the way to protect people, the way to kill people. Those two extremist aspirants were trying to walk the path of Tsu as knights.