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

September 6.

The day after he finished the Westerly Swordsmanship Delegate Selection Competition.

In the box seat of a southbound steam locomotive, the hollows slept. Though a photon capable man, he cannot recover from physical or mental fatigue.

The tension in the selection competition, which lasted for five days, was also resolved, and the fatigue that pushed on later had not yet slipped out.

Nene calms her temper by looking at them like that from the box seat next to her through the aisle. Occasionally I dropped my gaze on the empty seat in the front, even thinking back about John, who was supposed to be sitting there.

"Lord Nene, I'm a day late... thank you Jill seems to have distracted me, there's a lot of money for transportation... so I'll stop by the east and then I'll go home"

"I don't mind...... what is it?

"No... visiting the tomb of an acquaintance."

It's still vague, but I can tell from the look on John's face from time to time what he's thinking...

Lately, because he had a face other than to smile...

While immersed in the sizzling view flowing through the window, Nene turned his thoughts around at this leisure time.

So what is that look...

Looking at it painfully, it also seemed like a sad look, but I feel different from previous trends......

It's more like I'm frightened somewhere than I don't feel like it...

No, I don't know about fear only for John......

But it's also true that it sticks the most...

Visit to the grave, Jill. It is reasonable to think that President Jill distracted people from John's time......

Feared by both enemy allies with absolute power, the understandable didn't even count with one hand, but someone like that is now on his feet......

Understanders heard from Chairman Jill that they were all in the other world after the war, and John knew that too......

Besides, I would be sooner if I were to visit that grave, and I don't need to go now......

I mean, it makes sense to take a leg because it's John now, a grave visit to someone special......

You can't. If I were you, I'd stop, because it wouldn't be a very in-depth read...

She laughed mocking herself.

"The next is the Martial Arts Festival. Good luck working with delegates who have won other selection competitions."

We would have won a selection competition for physical, equestrian and bow arts that took place in parallel in approximation, each representative.

The Arcadia Knight Martial Arts Festival, to which the Hololos aspire next, will be challenged as a team with them and as a representative of Westeria.

We have two and a half months left until the martial arts festival, which cannot keep the harsh struggle between the ten and the ten.

But whatever it was, now Nene whispered the same way, closing his eyes so as not to wake up the hollows still immersed in the aftermath of the selection competition.

If you took a steam locomotive east of Valper Lake and walked down the street about half a day from the end station, there was a rural town called Cozmo, located in eastern Westeria.

Unlike the views of the modernised capital, the small town, with a population of less than 10,000 inhabitants, still evoked a pre-war shadow. The fields are also the majority of what is around the town, and the signs of those who take care of them are sparse.

Still, the town was lined with wooden houses and shops, overflowing with the hustle and bustle of humane people. He also had the pleasant voices of the woods surrounding the town and the creek spiralling across the town and the children playing in its nature.

John arrived here on his feet and stopped at the florist and liquor store.

After that, he went through the woods facing east of the town, to the small cape. It was a place at the end of a rugged beast path, rarely close to local humans either.

"Still, have you left... oh, there are traces of someone taking care of you. Now, I didn't know there was anyone besides me who thought this was a tomb..."

An undressed headstone, buried about half a century ago, still remained on this cape.

I was happy with these when I noticed traces of someone taking care of me until recently.

"Long time no see...... it's been seventy years. I could finally come here. And then there was the push, but it seemed like I was willing to take my feet..."

Wallace in front of the headstone, hang the flowers, and sprinkle about half the liquor on the headstone.

Those were the flowers and liquor that Sword Saint Alan-Smithy's childhood tame had preferred during his lifetime.

"... as the Lord said, I was timid. By scorning people and turning them away, they fled. It was blurred in the loneliness of seventy years and clearly noticed in the last three months, at that moment when the Lord died"

He unfastened his hair and grated it, exposing himself to a grave seventy years ago at the time, smiling naturally.

"As you can see...... now I look like I was back then. If it's a little different, you'll be able to show him the smile that the Lord wanted to see..."

"I'll have some too," she said lightly, soaking up too much liquor in the glass she was buying.

"I am now a teacher at the Knight Training School. If the Lord asks, it can't possibly work, but no, you're absolutely right, just coaching the four of us is the best you can do. I'm not sure if that was instruction either."

I watched the dark sky, the distant sea level that began to blacken.

"There's a student named Hollow... a child with a heart of your choice. I told him I would be a gentle knight the day I met him. I thought this was also the idea of a child living in a time of truce, sweet, but what a dazzle it looked. Trying to take the path I should have taken. I may have put myself on top of it..."

Following the hollow, mute.

"A child named Mute is a student in contrast to that child. Do you have any deep resentment for the Empire, in this age of lost ground to clear it up, with boredom and darkness? He looked a little like me and tended to keep people away, but now he seems to be breaking it down a lot. I wish I could turn back from the path I have taken..."

Let's talk about the twins.

"Then Lunaquin, there is a twin named Solquin, his sister and brother, incisive, purely trying to extremes the martial arts, is clear to watch. Unlike me who put my strength into killing, I'm seriously facing the sword. This may also be an epoch of truce, but hopefully one day it will be."

I kept talking about recent developments until I felt better, and by the time the liquor bottle had dried up, the sun was completely set.

"Time flies fast... but the last three months have strangely felt much longer than the seventy years I spent alone in the mountains... next time after the militant festival or I still don't know..."

Stand up and look up at the starry sky full of heaven.

The old Kensei was rejuvenated and became a teacher at the Knight Training School.

Even if this were to have been orchestrated, if the last three months had been indisputably authentic, we would not have forgotten this in a later lifetime.

Regardless of the era of the truce, even in the Pacific, people probably never let go of their weapons......

Then I guess we shouldn't at least give up on getting involved in people and trying to know people's minds...

John looked back with such compassion that, at the end of the day, he left behind the words of the reunion.

"... I'll be back"