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

'En', used by Westerian representatives, was one of the largest luxury accommodations in Draciera.

A tall building with a tall tree as its main pillar.

Paper shaded windows, a roof showing red tiles, hot air extending up from the side ditches of the garden, and such exteriors are not very similar in other countries. Qualitative indoors to crown luxury are outfits that weigh character and flair more than flair and eccentricity.

The closer the room is to the edge of the tree, the more luxurious it is, and as the hierarchy drops, the lower the character - this specification had provided a habitat separation from the wealthy to the low-income.

Westernia, which spares no investment to boost morale and has economic leeway as a major federal nation, was paying tribute to its annual representatives for this luxury accommodation.

September 17th.

Waking up as usual this morning, John quietly began his discipline.

A tatami room where half the space is slightly larger.

The splendid columns left by the trees are laid in the deepest part. Toilets and bathrooms are also available, as well as meals and kimono rentals to the room, so there is no difficulty with a single street of clothing and accommodation here.

The way of life I'm used to is still a good one. I'm not used to that in the west...

Wash face and brush teeth in the washroom. Squeeze and tie your hair up. Change from a kimono prepared by the inn to a uniform. Looking around the room while doing so, he is once again satisfied with its construction.

"... instructor john?

A hollow in the same room woke up to the sound of not even that big of a body. The time now is just too early to wake up from the average person. If it's usually him, he must still be asleep.

"I'm sorry. You woke me up. You don't mind if I still sleep, do you?

"No, because... the instructor is up early, isn't he?

"Because it feels good to get used to it... I haven't had any instruction lately, and how about getting up early?

I rub my sleepy skin, and Holloro tries to leave the futon.

Looking at the beauty under the moon lying on his pillow, John gently shrugged his shoulders and suggested. It also helped that I was thinking of exercising something, flashing my audition in the morning. Now soon, after I learned something that felt like moving a person's forefinger, I was turned around and lost my sleepiness.

"I'll do it, you know, I'll sort it out right away."

There's a full smile on his face, and Holoro makes his voice hegemonic. For the past few weeks or so, I have moved on to the tournament, not to the point of instruction. If he could take it back at all, he could have wished and fulfilled it too.

"Well, I'll wait outside first, so come when you're done."

John was able to say in a calm voice to Holloro, who had rushed to begin the ordination.

The sunny sky with some clouds floating, the city of the capital still sleeping, and the light of the morning burn begin to colour.

A 100-mida quadrilateral exercise area, proportional to the size of the accommodation.

A corner of the space surrounded by gold nets will be provided with installations such as indoor facilities and outdoor lighting, taking into account rainy weather and night use. Complete with training tools and horse rental, the colors are no worse than those of training schools.

Draciera's accommodation is quite small and equipped with an exercise area.

It was open to delegates from all countries during the militant festival, from the national policy of ensuring that the official exercise area did not exceed the quota. The installation of this exercise area is not compulsory, the additional and administrative costs are borne by about 70% on the part of the State, and in normal times there are revenues from lending them to the private sector, and there are virtually no losses.

So there are many inns to cooperate with, and En is one of them.

"... anything happened yesterday?

To Holoro, who is silently relaxing his body here, John asked the beating.

From one of the squares, I was concerned that he was having some thoughts. On the other hand, in the wake of the Bulper Lake incident, he was even unconsciously worked on saying that he 'should be someone who can do it'.

It's just that I've never cared about my mentor in three months. A disciple who cannot grasp the mood of a different teacher than usual makes his eyes squeeze. The beating, which had been open for a little while, was a lot of things, and the emotion, for one thing or another, was strong: no response.

"Ahhh? Oh, actually, I met a slightly different girl... and what she said caught me"

"Can I ask you that?

"That... people just imagine how they feel and think they're going to find out. I wanted to deny it, but I couldn't. Sometimes I do the same thing."

"Hmm. That's another much twisted word. No, I guess I'm not mistaken."

"After all, is it?

From the hollow dropping his shoulder, John took "lend it to me," the beauty of the moon.

"... I think you don't know how they feel, so why don't you have feelings for them? Really, what happens when you see what's inside them? It's kindness that makes me think of something there..."

Nevertheless, is this the in-laws you could have told me......

I couldn't feel the kindness of all that was directed at me by her when I thought of it......

Compassion on the verbal butt, John quietly pulls out a moonlit beauty.

The white-bladed undermoon beauty was brilliant, along with signs of Photon's swelling. The microlight blinked at the moment when it was swept into the sky and emitted as a blade of light. He then stretched his tail into the western sky, keeping the light intensity, and drilled a hole in the accumulated cloud that was soon ahead of him.

Holoro, who didn't miss the whole thing, took a small breath.

It is understandable that even if it looks similar to a move that the Isladunna champion is good at, its power is not comparable. If the blow had been directed not to the sky, but to the ground, then such an imagination drove him to his feet.

"This is the depths that pair with the Four Divine Orientations… changing the expression in a thousand ways with usage, the extreme of the attack of naming the Moon Shadow. I didn't mean to tell you yet, but I changed my mind a little. I'd like to entrust it to the present Lord."

John, who nabbed the moonlit beauty, walked over to Hollow and continued.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know the answer. But it's about thinking. When you stop thinking, people probably stop walking. Your lord... what does a gentle knight do with it?

When I realized how to face my troubled heart, my face, which was nagging, didn't back down anymore. Those eyes stood still to regain their original brilliance and not overlook clues.

John feels and relieves himself of his usual appearance of a hollow out of sight from the sky.

"... can you handle me too?

"I'm sure... but don't get me wrong, this is a big force that can easily kill people"

Let me know your Lord's answer whether you will be drunk, irritated, or go another way...

With anticipation in his chest, John handed Holloro a beauty under the moon. The determination to keep an eye on how this move, which once claimed many lives on the battlefield, will be brought to life at the hands of a gentle knight, has finally arrived.

"Tell me. 'Cause I'm sure it's the power I need."