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

During the stay, it is also time for representative students from all over the world to gather in Aizeon.

For this reason, training locations, dates and times had been adjusted against applications distributed in advance to avoid as much contact as possible between the Federation and Imperial representative students. Because there are precedents.

When the operation of the accommodation began, representatives of the Federation and the Empire bowled together in the venue and compartment caused a blade wound shake. Fortunately, the dead didn't have to come out, but it is also true that tensions ran between the two forces - it was never an unlikely story that we were at war because we angered only one consideration.

This has been the lesson learned and careful attention continues to be paid over the next few decades.

September 18th. In the morning.

If you look up at the sky in the capital city of Draciera, the blue spreads that you might expect a stable climate for a while.

Nearby from the Square of the Divine Tree to the west is the 'forest section' used at the Martial Arts Festival.

It was a compartment formed of common great tall trees, not large trees characteristic of Eizeon. Count the 1,000 Meida quadrants enclosed by the outer walls as one compartment, all of which are provided with four compartments, but there is no special difference between each. In this compartment there are matches predominantly assumed to be base offensive in forest areas.

The training of Westerian physical representatives began while the leaking day was also glorious.

"Cuno and... Mr. Tihania, was it?

Physical Arts Instructor at the Eighth Knight Training School, who struck the students of the Physical Arts Representative in two servings.

Purple black short hair is divided into left and right symmetrical parts. The face, characterised by long, dripping eyes, shows no sign that people will stop smiling as good as they seem. The loosely woven black coat over the peach uniform was something that gave some mysterious vibe.

A man named Ixa went on about his training.

"Hidden moves live in the woods... you know how to erase signs and explore them? Then let's give it a try in the field. Whatever you do, find me and let me in. It's your freedom to cooperate or to move separately. I think you guys should... No, it's too soon."

Conceived on this day were covert and ambush training covering the entire section. This could have had such implications as grasping individual skills, collaborative abilities, and terrain response abilities.

I nodded silently when I asked, the eighth boy student.

The reddish-length brunette leans on one side and hides half her face. The look that makes you peek at the other half is neutral and a woman's or I think. The appearance of a black collar roll wrapped around his mouth in his uniform sometimes blinded the presence of a luxurious body behind him.

Called Cuno, he was also in Ixa's godson but also in his personal mentorship.

A girl student at the Second Knight Training School replied small by this side, "Yes".

The brown hair forehead is cut off and the collar and feet are knitted long. A face characterised by eyebrows bearing eight letters should not look adorable or weak. The slightly cramped and undulating appearance of the yellow student uniform made him imagine becoming indispensable as he grew up.

Called Tihania, she was nevertheless a strong contender for second place in the selection competition.

Their elbow tips and underknees, which are hidden, are equipped with lightweight, sturdy hands and foot armor. Hidden weapons are their flesh, and attacks are inherently fundamental - not only do they act as protective equipment, but they also make good at increasing their own power.

Hidden is basically mainstream about equipping this to fight.

"Great. Let's start because it looks like we're ready too. Follow me when I count a dozen... start"

Leaving words, Ixa disappeared.

The two of us didn't know when we were shaken out of sight or in which direction.

"I lost sight of it at this distance. What a trick. Um... cuno, it's you, right? I don't know how to look,

Looks like we're mixing star art, too, so why don't we split up in two hands and follow the signs of the moon?

Tihania suggests to Cuno as he plays with his mojos and hands.

But he was returned silent and gaze as if he could not feel the work of his heart. Ten seconds passed before I could say it like it was, and it was over. I couldn't even get a shrink and they left me.

Do they hate you? It's been ignored. Cuno, what kind of kid are you...?

Receiving backwards and depressed, but not staying here, she moved out late.

"Maybe Instructor Ixa used the art of weaving stars..."

Tihania's reasoning is correct.

Ixa's technique was interwoven with "astrology" that harnessed the power of celestial bodies.

The celestial bodies have enormous photons, whose waves reach as far as the Arcadia continent, albeit faintly. The objects he used in this forest area will be the Sun and the Moon. Let your photon assimilate in the shade of a tree to hide the entity and signs. By interfering further with the moon's photons, you put your signs in a different position.

By doing so, it's a trick to deceive your true whereabouts.

If it is used by an operator who meets a complete sensation, it cannot be discovered by the user of the line first. Once the photons and wavelengths of the celestial bodies are fully assimilated, they can no longer be distinguished by normal perception. Unless you are a user with the same complete sensation, which can also discern the shape, temperature, etc. of what you touched with the photon -.

It is with the same reasoning that Jorzev's secrecy at times failed to notice John's proximity.

"Whatever Cuno is, Mr. Tihania is pretty good too... well, how do you two get here?

Ixa, who is experiencing complete sensation, did not assimilate wavelengths. Otherwise, he also understood repeatedly that he could not find himself in the unlikely event. So even if I dared to be left with signs of an entity.

"Fifteen medas at best is also the range I can detect at once. Is it the only way to smudge...?

Tihania found Cuno on the way to the Great Takagi branch.

"Cuno, I have you. What are you looking at... ah"

He dived over another large tall tree a little further away and seemed to wander in the back. I can tell there's some sign of it at the end of his gaze. It is close to the feeling of discoloration that occurs when different photons come into contact with each other.

I can sense the situation and dive into myself as well - huh, cuno and my gaze are further.

I think you noticed me, too. Are you doing something over here? That was only Confederate......

She stared and read the hand gesture sent by him.

"Left and right. A detour. Sandwich. Upper and lower concurrent attacks. Our upper section. In five seconds'

To this Tihania returns a hand gesture of the same kind as' Copy '.

There were numerous genres in secrecy, each with a means of communication by hand gesture - a 'hand signal'. However, if you belong to the army, the contents will vary in the genre, so a common federal hand signal was created. The hand signals used by these two people were not of the genre to which they belonged, but this.

In a moment, five seconds will pass.

Focusing on the position where the signs could be felt, the two circled in from left to right. Strengthen your temper and quickly assault. To the upper and lower body of the opponent captured by the naked eye, each aimed as indicated.

By contrast, Ixa was moving to deal with it before coming into contact with the two.

Face Cuno and hit the lead and give it back. He crosses his short knife, wraps his arms around him, and switches positions with himself. This controls Tihania's movements, which she was trying to set behind her back.

"Yeah. Too bad."

"Ah!? Oh, my God..."

Ixa thrust her cuno and hit Tihania.

Continue, grasp the arms of the two men who held their bodies together and consolidate their joints. They were moving from behind them so that their arms and arms could strangle each other and get out, not to be resisted.

"I thought I'd say seventy points."

As it was, Ixa roared small.

"Um, um, can I ask you why you're reducing the point?

When most and Tihania ask, Cuno also listens silently to the answer.

"Right...... that it was taking too long to set it up first. You're touching it with a photon, so you also have to keep in mind the possibility that they're noticing you at the perceived stage...... that's ten points"

Pinch a beat, and the commentary continues toward Cuno.

"The second is that there was a jet lag in the pinch. Though pinching is effective against opponents stronger than ourselves, it doesn't make sense for one to be dealt with by each one ahead of the other. You lacked coordination with Cuno this time. I guess I should have matched Mr. Tihania's speed...... that's ten points"

Another beat was pinched and the narrative continued for Tihania next.

"At the end of the day, Mr. Tihania stopped moving, using Cuno as a shield. Though a heart that thinks of its people is important, it must not be broken. I won't even tell you to be rude. But if you chose the path of secrecy, be prepared to step on your fellow corpses...... that's ten points. All right?

"Um... yes, it was helpful. Thank you."

"Hidden shapes and standing around in the woods are impeccable. I hear militant festivals are a mass battle, but perhaps the secret information will change the movement of your allies, so don't let that consciousness go on."

Ixa let them go and loosened her cheeks with a smile.

✕

Nearby from the square of the Divine Tree to the south is the 'meadow' used at the Martial Festival.

It was a section with a gentle gradient of grassland, with wooden fences, earthbags and other obstacles randomly installed. Only one compartment on the 2000 Meida quadrant is provided because of its extremely infrequent use compared to others. In this compartment, total force battles between the Federation, the Empire and the Neutral States are mainly scheduled for the last day.

It is the training of the Westerian equestrian representative that began here, but it was not progressing after half an hour.

"Bu ha ha! It still feels good to run through a wide area, Teacher Piconis!

"Oh, I don't know if it's because of you anymore... if you get used to horses, you can't train them."

Piconis, with an exasperated voice, rushed Bojan to slap him in the mouth for nothing. If he was the only one with the hassle. She was still in trouble because the other equestrian representative was in a similar or stopping by.

"Instructor Piconis! Me, I follow Master Bojan everywhere. Wow!

A boy student at the Seventh Knight Training School, who raised Doss's resounding voice to the female tone.

Cherry blossom hair with a strong habit is neatly rounded. The strong face that is likely to frighten people is horrified by the fact that it has been made of thick makeup and can be taken in another way. The appearance of Bojan wearing a grey uniform on a body that was no less human than Bojan showed some signs of impenetrability.

Gorandol, who became the second best equestrian delegate in the selection competition, gave Bojan a tranced look. He was in love in many ways with his manhood and strength, which he fought in the tournament finals.

"Uh, yes, yes, yes... Look, I put up a kakashi over there"

A doll made simple and sturdy, wrapped with hemp rope in a crossed round too. Piconis' fingers showed its training kakashi, installed 100 medas away. What she thought, entrusted with the training, was training to increase attack accuracy while riding against infantry.

She continues with an axe spear in her hand.

"Both Bojan and Golander have weight and mobility. And then I want you to hit me. War horses don't stop suddenly. If I take it off, I'll waste as much as I take it off. Do it?

Axe spears dominate the weapons of cavalry fighting on horseback.

It was a weapon rich in art, with the length of the pattern superior to the length of his body, poking, slashing and slapping. It was recruited everywhere from getting enough range of attack even on horseback. However, the difficulty of handling caused by weight was considered difficult to use in the health of ordinary people, and was also used as a weapon unique to the capable person.

In that regard, both Bojan and Golander names can be described as suitable weapons for you.

"Huh, this hurts my ears!

"Let's just go side-by-side and see, first Bojan, and then you, Gorandol, take a blow at Kakashi. Should we both like poking or hanging up? You don't think about what I said, do you?

"Roger that, Mr. Yuku Gorandol!

Bojan said, "Ha!" and run the horse in a temper.

"Ha ha, that would be nice and not nice if you were like Bojan!

"... are you home?"

At intervals of about three carriages, Gorandl and Piconis continued.

The war horses they are riding specialize in combat. I don't hate wearing armor on horses, I can give verbal orders without a compass, and so on. They are tutored to make it easier for me to ride and fight.

The use of individual war horses is permitted if they belong to the army in a rank of chief knight or higher. If you are a student studying equestrianism in a knight training school, it was not uncommon to already own it. However, since militant festivals are only competitions that determine the superiority and inferiority of the capable, it is mandatory to use them prepared so that the superiority and inferiority of war horses are not affected.

That's exactly what their running horse was.

"Yuku, ooh!

Look at the kakashi in a straight line and stand as Bojan takes on the axe spear. Running through the right side of the kakashi, his winning arms swung through the axe spear for a moment.

A wide blade that acts as an axe rips open the sky by plundering the kakashi. Awesome.

"I'm coming. Whoa!

The Gorandol that follows looks at Kakashi and sets the axe spear horizontally with the ground. Running through the right side of the kakashi, the instant misunderstanding, his successful arm protruded a heavily pulled axe spear.

A sharp spear acting as a spear plunders the kakashi and wears the sky. Awesome.

"Oh my God!? Wait. Oh!? I don't care what you say.

Piconis, who was walking side by side, yelled at the two screwed up horses.

"Ha ha, it's not honorable. But if they're not people, there's no reason to be happy."

"... well, we'll both see."

Piconis, who drew the attention of both of them, ran his horse for a separately installed kakashi.

With her troubles on her chest, she sets her axe spear horizontally. Although his physique was exceptionally small compared to theirs, his behaviour on horseback was more stable than theirs. She doesn't have the extra strength because she knows where to weaken.

For a moment of contact, she makes a sharp blow as a spear on Kakashi's chest. Not even the resistance of the Marutai, which was deeply embedded in the ground, is stabbed at the spear tip and poked up. Swing the axe spear and throw it high in the direction of travel. Strike out a blow as an axe in anticipation of the fall, crushing it lavishly.

"Oh, the boulder is Teacher Piconis. Stunning arrangements."

Once each stops the horse and gathers.

Piconis dropped his shoulder when Bojan applauded him for his inspiration.

"You see what I'm saying?

"Ha, no. I have no idea."

He was openly returned and dropped his shoulder even more disappointingly.

"... Bojan is overpowered. A knight can earn enough power just to ride the legs of a war horse. You and Golander, get straight what you get when you poke. My aim snapped when I tried to poke him hard. If you're going to ride a horse, you need to use the horse's powers properly too... right?

"I see...... I almost get it!

Piconis was going to get a little frustrated.

✕

Nearby to the east from the Square of the Divine Tree is an abandoned town used at the Martial Arts Festival.

Stone-leased buildings, commonly found in other countries, were compartments lined up with either half or all of them destroyed. There are 800 Meida Squares per section in all four sections, and there is no obsession in the construction of a city that counts the neighborhoods at almost equal intervals.

In this section, which leaves the shadow of what was once a city, there will be matches predominantly conceived of urban warfare.

Three archery delegates with training skills lurk their breath in this abandoned city.

"No, I totally lost it. That was two to one...... I thought it was the time of the selection, but how could she be too used to fighting? Especially the power to use the environment is very helpful."

I honestly put my admiration into words, a second boy student.

The short, colourless, golden hair is precisely divided into seventy-three parts. The pulled face also has a strong impression that high quality eyeglasses combine to be intelligent. The appearance of wearing the uniform correctly had an atmosphere that seemed serious but accommodating.

Wattrod, who became the archery delegate besides the second place at the selection competition, looked out of the abandoned house without a roof. Now that I was mock combat training with the same rep, Nacolin, I wasn't feeling down for a foot rest either.

"Ah-cho-beliva... I mean, come on, glasses, you can really say that."

A second female student, hammered in empathy.

Gray hair without dullness is kept clean, even if it is disturbed like a mountain grandmother. The face with the odd makeup that paints the black paint line can't be seen bareface no matter how hard you stare at it. Exposure was also flashly disintegrated in uniform, what a strong presence, also aiding the characteristic stigmatization of speech.

Bridgecca, who also became the archery rep as third place, gently pointed her mouth. Despite the fact that Watrod and I were only challenging each other, I was itching for myself to get behind on Nacolin.

"That's a long bow, this is a mechanical bow"

"That stubbornness, too, but decorin is old enough for a bow... laugh, Mab."

There were two main types of archer weapons.

One is an orthodox short and long bow. In ancient times it was a weapon of high performance and power, evidenced by history, created with natural materials such as trees, animal bones and horns and, in modern times, new materials from Photonstone.

The other is a mechanical bow provided with a bow floor and trigger. It was a weapon that in recent years has tended to be favored by archers, capable of moving with a strong bow up or any firing with one fingertip as long as they were ready.

"Still this is it. As an archer, the difference in skill is obvious."

Here, the Watrods are fighting a large mechanical bow about half the length, with a long bow about the length of Nacolin. Machine bows that can be handled by amateurs who don't know how to handle them differ from long bows that are both rugged and first-class due to the skill of archers. With this in mind, if we compare each of them with the score in hand and the status quo, we will also see what makes sense.

"Oh, we're losing a streak of shots, aren't we?

"No, I feel like I'm losing range and hit accuracy... I feel it!

"Oh, hey, what... Huh!?

Watlod realizes somewhere Nacolin shot an arrow as he had a conversation. I pulled Bridgecca's arm toward me. Because I could read that the point of arrival of the arrow, which flew in large mountains, was directly above her.

The arrow, avoided with a single hair, crumbles and turns red sand when it hits the floor.

Interpersonal training arrows are often processed with special photon stones. When a certain impact was applied in a caged state, it was made to be so. There are also types of arrows with anesthesia needles implanted inside this, which are used in matches that must physically render the opponent incapable of combat. All were designed to limit the power of arrows of those capable of killing an opponent with a high chance.

"Wow, geloyaba!? Oh, seriously? Can't a decorin even make such a pinpoint curve?

"Let's change places, the next one should be here soon"

On the arrowhead that prompted him to act, Watrod was struck by a verbal attack.

Arrows pour down as clear as aim three, four, and five from the second shot. When you see how the arrows are flying in, you can tell they're from the ground across a number of buildings.

"You can't even fight back from here. Get close to her and draw attention, so you can go up to the nearby building... and if you can get a pitch angle, the flight distance should be a little different."

"All right, you're Kiyonosuke. Nice to meet you.

Hide back in the shadow of a building where no arrows can reach you completely. Put your foot on the blush of the machine bow, secure the string to the trigger and connect the arrow. Instead, show them verbally and move apart when they are ready.

Watlod, who flies out onto the street, tries to run to two blocks away where Nacolin would have been shooting a bow.

No, even though it was more than a dozen seconds, I had given the time I spent connecting...

If that's all she has, she should move the place. That's probably...

Fu reversed her behavioral tendencies, and he moved ahead.

We don't go two blocks ahead, which we initially expected, but turn one block ahead. The revamped prediction was that we would bowl together one more block out of there - and if we put the back on it, we would also think that the speed of the machine bow would live.

"Did you misread it?

At a distance of about 150 medas, there's no sign of Nacolin before he runs out.

Watlod looks around surprised by the results and finds out that the predictions were not entirely off target. On the second floor of the half-destructed building by my side, I was able to spot her pulling a bow and targeting her.

"No. It was a good read"

"I see, I want to read and lose..."

Understands that it was returned in anticipation, and slightly delays in taking up the structure of the response.

"It's a pitch angle, but you're in this position, Chobelig!

Just as Bridgecca unleashed an arrow on Nacolin. I crawled belly on the roof of the building across the street and had been sneaking for a while. But the arrows were avoided by trying to hide in the shadows.

"Mr. Eyeglasses, run. No!

Considering that time was earned, he rises and throws with exasperation. It wasn't long after that that Bridgecca noticed Watrod's anomaly.

"Bridgecca, I can't... I can't move anymore"

Watrod's lower body was buried in ice cubes growing from the ground.

The identity of the ice was created in the "Elemented Photon of Ice" produced by Nacolin. Even with the same elementarization, her ice is not the same as Jorzev's flame-like, without any interference. By degenerating into brilliant, cold, airy ice, and also freezing moisture in the atmosphere in small amounts to produce real ice, and further interfering with that ice, closer to the real ice is created.

The ice that Photon went through is far harder than usual.

"That's wise. It's better if you don't move poorly."

Nacolin fired the arrow when he was hiding in the shadows. The arrow where the ice elementarized photon was caged was, when it reached Watrod's foot, generating enough ice to instantly deprive him of his freedom.

"Seriously, what are you doing - and some kind of geezer at our feet!?

There was not a single arrow shot by Nacolin, but it was also emitted in successive curves with the first shot.

At the foot of Bridgecca is the point where the parabola was drawn high and aimed. Ice mass occurred as if a floral stump blossomed around the point reached by the arrow. I can't get out of this with the power of the Chivalry class anymore.

Now the three mock fights have been settled.

"You're a boulder, Mr. Nacolin. Me and Bridgecca couldn't have stayed together. Would you mind pointing out, for the sake of postgraduate school, the causes of this loss, etc.?

Watrod asks Nacolin to keep his lower body iced yet.

"... I'm not complacent, but the biggest downside is that the underlying forces were too different. If I insist, Watrod, would you be over-reading? Your reading is all about shooting at the target and being right. You may be better than me on this. And then if I could make a quick decision… for example, earlier, I would have been in trouble if I had come a little faster."

"I see...... thanks. That was helpful."

"Then Mr. Bridgecca. You should think a little more and make a decision. Hi. I think I rely too much on instinct. If you'd reconsidered shooting at me earlier, the game would have gone on anyway."

Nacolin, who watched Bridgecca, said in a slightly shaky manner.

"Uh, but we shot him, Decorine."

"Deco...... decorin?

Nacolin glanced at him and pulled a bow toward Bridgecca.

"Is that it? Tamma Tamma, look at our feet. You stay frozen, it's not a pa!

"You know... even a training arrow hurts when you hit it, right?

That is forbidden for Nacolin.

In the ruined neighborhood section, he said, "Chobeliba!" The scream echoed.