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

Same day.

During the afternoon of the day, a meeting is scheduled between representatives of each military department in each school and the teachers who won the Western Representation Selection Competition. Rent a meeting room in En's facility - the dawn of the place took place quickly, as I am accustomed to the inn every year. The facilities and considerations of such inns are still heavily influenced by militant festivals.

A somewhat contemporary structure with different interesting rooms.

The splendidly constructed conference desk in the centre has seats available in advance for about twenty people, with spare chairs piled up in the corners of the room. Also from the entrance, the back side was windows, combined with the beautiful garden landscape, taking in the outdoor sun.

Arriving a day early at the whim of Feilong, John decided to wait here first. Lay side by side in the back seat and spend some time thinking about it now.

"Well, what kids are coming?

"You don't know until I see you. In Westerlia, after the tournament, he said, 'Yes, go straight ahead!' That seems to be the norm, so I can't say anything yet."

John shakes the subject and Nene shrugs his shoulders.

Modern means of communication will dominate documents. It also took some time to get in touch. Westernia, which by example delays the timing of the selection tournament to its limits, does not have time to do so either.

"Oh, if we could just talk... someone's coming"

There were signs of people in the hallway in front of the conference room. There are three of them coming with their feet in alignment, starting with one heavily missing person somewhere. I think they're capable, and I don't even feel particularly evil about them.

Not so much, the entrance door was opened.

"Wow, after a week of traveling..."

Slightly verbal woman with a carefree shoulder drop.

The long, stiff, pearly hair is knitted in three pieces, left and right. Because he has large bottle bottom glasses on his facial area, the majority of his face is invisible hidden in the lens. He had a well-developed middle-backed body of Chinese meat, especially around his busty chest, which he felt forced into the inside of a uniform for instructors.

Sometimes the green on which her uniform is based is that of the Fifth Knight Training School.

"Ah, Piconis."

"Ahhh... ahhh!

The woman, whose name was called at a pace that Nene remembered, angered at some remembrance. Continuously jumping on the conference desk, resentfully questioning her in a deliberate manner.

"Neneyeh!? What is the method you taught me!? Pull it up, shake it up, or something like that! You can't just throw up again and say you've been misunderstood!? What will you do!?

"Huh? You can't be. Did you really do it?

"All right, fight, huh? You're so hot!

To protrude your teeth, squeeze your jaws and cut them...

This woman named Piconis is the other bureau member in charge of the western country with Nene. The two have known each other since they were students, they were in sync with each other at the Administration, and they weren't very close. At first glance, the emotional flow is suspicious even unilaterally, but by no means.

We are jealous of each other for their sensibilities, which are both the extremes of literary and literary martial arts, and for the virtues of development that are overflowing with femininity. If it was the former that was attributed to the presidential feud as a student, it was the latter that was frustrated by strangers showing off what was obscure. That's what's been going on since I grew up.

I mean, yeah, both of them.

"John, this is the other bureaucrat she talked about before."

"No, thank you very much. I am a third sword instructor, John."

Nene makes up for me and I get a loving greeting from John.

"Oh, thank you, I'm, uh, um..."

Oh, it's good again, man. By staying with Nene, you mean a third instructor...?

With unfamiliar beauty, Piconis is dull.

I noticed Nene with a fuzzy, nibbly look on her face, and her pure country daughter runs blue muscles on her forehead. I mock and regret that I'm not very immune to heterosexuality, but it's just true, so it wasn't a ghoul sound either.

Just the other three were coming into the room.

"Instructor Piconis... what are you doing? I don't know."

Blame Piconis with a calm voice, fifth female student.

The long, glossy hair is beautifully fastened with Katyusha. A face with a wide but neat forehead has no affection because of its lack of expression. The appearance of wearing the uniform correctly on a slightly skinny body, combined with words and behavior and atmosphere, made the word sturdy seem adorable.

She was the # 1 delegate from the bow selection competition, Nacolin

"Don't be stubborn, Deco. Aide, isn't it good! What's wrong with making so much noise now?"

A fifth boy student as well, who gave a luxurious laugh.

The dull colored blonde hair is rounded up like a hammer. The magnificent, penetrating face smells deeper and more manly than the average man. With a mortally separated, muscularly bulging flesh that crosses two medas, the figure of wearing a large uniform of dimensions perfectly was no longer a dubious one, as was the age fraud.

He was the first delegate from the equestrian selection competition, Bojan.

"Who's Deco, the muscle guy? Don't lose that haircut. Sometimes you whisper my sight... but even in vain my body is huge, depressing"

"What do you say? I won't stop saying no because Reese is the soul of a man. Why don't you put your hair down? Occasionally the reflective sunshine of your deco dazzles my eyes"

This relationship between Nacolin and Bojan makes the house a childhood tame for the neighborhood.

It is also called the junior, middle eastern, and knight training schools and the corrupt fringe where the destinations are identical. Every time I looked at each other, I tapped my mouth lightly, but the truth is, I didn't hate each other. However, if you don't feel like it's going to change now, parallel lines close to each other will never cross.

"You guys, don't hang out in public. Instructor Piconis, please come to your desk."

Finally, an old man named Cain scolded the three of them.

His role as the fifth archery teacher is primarily their control. If he was inferior to Nacolin before school as an archer, he couldn't possibly be able to teach archery, and that's why his heart and blood have been poured on preaching morality. No one can say sorry for him that this is applauding her steadfastness.

"I don't know, you seem to have a strong habit"

"Hmmm... they look like funny kids"

John, eared by Nene, glanced at them and hammered them small.

The knowers, the unknowers, the friendly and the bad, the representative students of each chosen school, or the instructors gather here to begin the meeting. In the first week of the accommodation, we can talk about training each soldier-specific behavior in addition to the lower view of the venue/compartment used at the Martial Arts Festival.

Three months as a representative of Westeria opened the curtain.