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

The moonlight that plugs through the window colours the tiny private room blue and white. The noise in the daytime has not been echoed either, as only security officers will be present at the Administration facility at night. Picking the time and place, Dougbalm, the right head, had a close meeting with his guest, Ivan.

"... a secret detective has reported that extremists will draw bows to the country tomorrow."

"That's the guy... having an excellent dog would be smooth. Especially your dog."

The fragrant aroma of coffee begins to fill the indoor air.

Looking sideways at Ivan, Dougbalm told him to blur. I felt like eating a shoulder watermark when the intention of rubbing was not fitting and impressed, and my sigh leaked unexpectedly. They don't make sense of the way I turn around on this guy, and I gave up on him.

"Without knowing people's minds again... I'm the one who does the post-processing as long as I don't want to have your thoughts. There is also the possibility of losing public confidence that it could not have been prevented otherwise. Fires across the shore are also called human beings who complain if they have to fly into their homes. The people of this country, in particular, are not accustomed to their dangers"

"Let's think about things. My thoughts are fulfilled and the masses are planted with a sense of crisis. Two birds a stone, right?

"Ha. Two birds with such little reward are the first ears."

Dagbalm looks grumpy when he says he's uncomfortable.

"You're a tough guy too... do you have a math to pull off kids and adults?

That's how I can switch topics to quotes.

He didn't want to be stunned by a guest who spoke to his coffee with a cheerful attitude.

"Thirty countries and territories are all participating in the accommodation. We partially altered the dates of use of that venue compartment. For future scheduling, tomorrow is the federal state of Westerlia. Instructors from the Empire's Lucendato territory will be convened. But evacuate with the people, or fight with the neutral armies, it will be children. Well, will it be your thoughts again this time?

"Be. Definitely. You know why brilliance is blue and white?

"... you don't understand"

Ivan answers with a vicious grin.

"It's a colour that calms down the over-born fighting instincts..."

×

September 24th.

A large tatami hall setting the stage in the deepest part.

Dining for a number of people lined up across the street in this space where guests were entertained as a ballroom. Also during that phase, which was a little vacant, En's casual caterer came and went busily. Even if the Guest gets stuck because of this, it won't be quiet enough to hear someone breathing.

The faces of Westeria, who had completed the day's training, were tongue-in-cheek here for dinner.

"Oh dear John, the cup is empty. Still, this dish is really delicious. All the ingredients that make use of their original flavours while still flavouring usu"

John is exaggerated from the sirloin sirlisa sitting next to him.

I could see that she narrowed her eyes much closer to the edge of her field of view when she saw pure rice liquor poured with polite hands. Pleased with the pure generosity felt there, he gratefully cupped "thank you".

"… it seems that this very place is strongly influenced by the culture of the East. Some eastern cultures, such as baths, were also incorporated into Westerlia, but the food didn't seem to settle very well"

Give answers compared to the past and present.

"Well. Master John is familiar with history, isn't he? Indeed, the culture of bathing in Westeria spread in the early aftermath of the war, until then, when the body was wiped with water and hand wipes."

"Oh, no, this is for sale... by the way, Lord Cialisa, the cup is empty too."

John returned the exaggeration to tease him.

Few people know the fact that Kensei is young. Only Nene, Jill, the right head of the peace administration involved, and some other officials and operatives. None of them should be unnecessarily known, even though they are trustworthy cialisas, because they should be as low down as possible by example.

Whether it's Hololo who was to give the power of Kensei...

Nobody's ever said anything before, so I seem to have lost my mind...

You should avoid too many history related topics in the future......

For the first time in wonder, he realizes he was losing it.

"Oh, well. Dear John... what the hell are you gonna do with me drunk?

I was turned to Cialisa, who slightly uplifted my face, with a flush of moist eyes. The meaning whispered in the glossy voice didn't swallow well, and John accidentally got pompous.

"... Yes?

"No, I don't, like that. It's... disgraceful."

Cialisa has been doing this from time to time since one of the Valper Lakes cases.

Beginning with the interest drawn from the encounter, I began to think of the beautiful young man who freed me from Yorzev's smugness without hatred. However, if I tried to deal with them, I wouldn't know the circumstances, and trying to help the students was paramount, so to speak, they only thought it would come after me.

So the fact that the two feelings do not engage is that there is no choice.

"John, aren't you swallowing enough? What do you say? Shall I have a drink, too?

From Nene sitting next to the other, John gets a deliberate cough.

I felt an inexperienced sense of intimidation at her smiling with cold eyes. If you look at it, the bottle is already set up, so it's hard to say no even if you don't want it. Drink up too much, empty the cup, and get the crunch and discretion.

"Ugh, um, let's have it"

"John... Jill also said, heh"

Nene spills it in a way that contains it.

"Well, what do you mean?

"Well, that's it for the joke. What do you think of the students?

Asked in a heartbeat, John glanced at the students dining across the street.

He quietly carries the dishes to be served to his mouth. Even if there is an occasional conversation, it is two or three words, and only spoken between face-to-face military disciplines or schools. It was felt as if it was a gathering of others, even if they could not see each other by mistake or could never break it down.

"I don't think it's a good idea either. But I figured it all out on the first day, and I'm telling you what I'm just going to tell you... and then I hope it's something that's going to deepen the interaction between those kids..."

Seven days have passed since the accommodation began in Eiseon.

To date, coordination training was conducted in each compartment, divided into soldier units as planned. I was basically free after bathing and dinner after sunset. I had plenty of time to get closer together.

But there was a wall between the students.

The Knight Training School, which brought reports of the war crisis, is six, with the exception of the unreliable First and Fourth Knight Training Schools, which are deeply connected to the federal government. Five other schools, like the third, sought to strengthen their education by hiring special teachers, among other things. The six schools were worthy of winning the selection competition, which was a single stadium for the first school with swordsmanship and equestrian soldier, and the fourth school with physical and archery soldier.

In other words, the formation of representatives had been achieved in those who knew the circumstances as expected.

But yes, that's why...

The messengers are moving in the countries of the Federation, so to speak of polarity, they could also leave the militant festival to manpower. But if everyone was, the Federation would no longer have a future. And there's no way anyone can be sure of this.

If you want to stop the war for sure, you just can't allow one defeat...

The more the allies thought that, and the stronger that feeling, the more the students had become suspicious. Only I could believe in the present situation was myself and the other person who actually fought with the power that could prove it.

"Again...... I am fortunate that first and fourth students were still not chosen as delegates or alternates. 'Cause the odds of something happening that cares about my back have diminished."

"Lord Nene and Lord Piconis seem to have assembled some really good instructors. The Eighth Lord Ixa in particular is wonderful. No one in the past has had a complete sense of it. If you're free, I'd like to work with you."

"Because the job of this bureau member was to bring a report and, if requested, help with the teaching candidate. As I have spoken of John and Mr. Cialisa, Piconis must have spoken well too."

"Though I think Lord Nene would be grateful... for his dying eyes."

"No, that, uh, I don't know the actual potency either... see, another drink?

Nene once again tries to exaggerate so as to tease him. This was just what I was wearing.

Pinch John's sleeve with the liquor bottle in one hand, and Cialisa asks, "How do you like it? I was distracted."

"Oh... yeah, well, uh-huh, heh, heh, heh"

Hey, why don't you give it up...?

There was a swordswallowing grin on the face of the drunken Reiman, not saying so. It seemed overflowing with descendant piercings of the former Westerian king that would not allow the child-faced woman to rebel and return the liquor bottle.

Aren't you drunk, are you okay...?

I had eyes that were going to kill me now, are you ok......?

A frightened, child-faced woman is approached by a leading beauty.

"... no, it's really because I'm exhausted"

"Sometimes, yes... has John made up his mind, has he?

John returns "No". Looking sideways at Cialisa's loose mouth did not pry into why she did so. He was deprived of consciousness by certain memories he remembered when asked.

Whoever decides in his heart is no longer in this world. Lost and finally noticed......

A heart is a difficult thing. If you are Lord, for example, what do you think when you look at these students......

Drowned in pure rice wine poured into the cup, the rejuvenated Kensei secretly deceased him.