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

June 26th.

Scissors the holidays for two days and counts the tenth practical training today since taking office.

John just coaches Holloro. For the other students who glance at the mutt, I have a feeling that I am still too attracted to the still incomprehensible aspiration of a gentle knight, rather than losing all interest -.

"Since then, no students have come to ask for teaching...... didn't you still push them too far?

"Well, sure... but in the end, it was to that extent... doesn't that mean?

Speaking of other students, it is, as always, voluntary training. By this time, no one had given up asking for teaching. So is it intentional to intervene, or to turn a lusty gaze during training at times...

A dining room with more than two hundred people at a time, added to the school building.

In the back kitchen, slammed by a wide range of counters, excellent cooks hired by the state are judging orders one after another. Students and instructors have lunch here, so getting in and out is a mess even after lunch break.

John was having lunch in this dining room, talking about Nene and his...

'You've built a troubled wall...'

The story ends with her groaning so worried. Either that or this would be her one-sided consultation. She was just coaching mutts, too.

Nevertheless, I have not completely lost interest in the other students.

As a person with experience in teaching whips in the short term in the past, I didn't think the status quo was very good.

"I guess that's true... I deserve it, but this is too much for the other students..."

"If you ask, there are only four students to choose as candidates... I just thought that I would tenfold the strength of all the students... We've decided on the other two, so what's wrong with the other two?

"No way, Hollor, you and Mr. Mute?

"Like what?

"Mr. Mute has a horn too, Holoro. In your case, the... if you don't multiply your strength by ten times instead of twenty, you don't have the math... it's a bad way of saying it, but I don't think you're talented even with qualities"

"Touch the photon that's inside that kid and you'll see, no doubt, Hollow is a stretching kid. I'll cover this... there's a part of you that's immature, but you can get over it."

"Really... if John is like that, I won't say anything more... it's time, let's head to the exercise area... it's early, it's day 10 now"

Nene takes a seat one foot away, grabs a dish and heads to the counter. I changed my mind, but I wasn't convinced. Still, as one adult, she used to shake her love too.

Lord Nene still seems to care about the other students...

I limited myself early, but no, this is no different than it was seventy years ago......

"You're a shallow man on the bottom..." John spilled when he saw Nene leaving.

Daylight descends, noon, reminiscent of the signs of summer. Training time on the same day.

John, who sheltered in the shade of his usual trees, was still teaching Hollow how to swing barely today. Although I have had ten opportunities before, I will not profess anything else.

"You shake it every day without even opening it."

"... because this is all I can do"

"Um... a lot better. Doesn't look like the first."

"Ho, is that true?

Also, even if what you can teach is just bareback, Hollow won't show a disgusting face. More than that, he even looked like he was enjoying himself.

It was looked down as a fallout from around the end of a year of basic training, and after two years it was abandoned by previous instructors and classmates.

For Holloro, who had never been given satisfactory guidance, enthusiastically from someone - that was something I couldn't help but be happy with.

I'm still uncertain how something called a teacher should be right...

I don't understand how I could have handled this diamond's original stone talent without hindrance...

If this is the norm, is it not possible to delay the growth of soldiers...

John saw the hollow when he made it and thought.

"Holoro, did your lord wish to be a gentle knight?

"Yes, I want to gain the gentle power to keep people alive"

Make sure to hollow repeated polite bareback gestures.

Was it a gentle power to keep people alive, a will of its kind after all......

I've seen a few so far who pity enemy soldiers on the battlefield...

But before reality, none of those who pierced it to the end...

Why does the Lord want to be so......

"Let's change our minds a little bit," John went on thinking back.

Make him stop pretending and stand directly in front of him.

Distance reached if you reach. If you wield a wooden sword, you will find it most powerful.

"Strike me with a wooden sword"

"What...?

Holloro thought first that it might be a mistake to hear.

I can't immediately understand the meaning of that word directed with a smile. Or, once I understood it wasn't a joke, I felt like it as soon as I could.

"Set up."

As they say, set up a wooden sword. I can't stop my body trembling, and I'm not stable at hand.

The tip of the sword drew a line, and it was shaking.

What does this guy who smiles in front of me think...

What do you want me to do...

He was palpitated by such unspeakable anxiety, and Holoro was frightened.

"Hit it."

"Hey, the instructor said the wooden sword was the murder weapon, yet... like this!?

"Don't worry, I'll avoid it properly. Now hit it."

"Ho, is that true?

The words of reminder are uncomfortable and I don't think they are very true. But even for a moment, I thought, "It's okay," and my body moved to punch in...

"... I can't"

The wooden sword that Holoro waved stopped on the verge of touching John's forehead. At the end, courage was not forthcoming. The wooden sword fell out of his little hand and made a dry noise on the ground.

"Well... can't you hit it"

If the wooden sword had been swept through, John was going to take a direct hit. I wanted to know the answer Holloro chose. "I'm sorry," he asked Holloro, apologizing peacefully in tears.

"Are you afraid to hit people?

"I didn't know pointing cutouts at people was going to make me so anxious"

"... If I were an enemy, your Lord would be dead by now. And whoever the LORD hath tried to protect, he shall be slain. It's all because your Lord tried to keep them alive and couldn't hit them."

"Am I wrong?

"No, I'm not wrong. But it's not even right. Your Lord must decide the answer. Hit it or not, what the Lord calls a gentle knight is a path that is always pressing for two choices, perhaps more precarious than anything else"

"Oh no... what am I supposed to do?

"Think. Faith does not dwell in the solution given."

There will come a time when I will have to dye my hands with blood more than I have a sword......

At that time, tell me what the Lord will do with you and what the gentle knight will choose......

With anticipation, John put his hand on Holoro's head and gave him one homework assignment.

That seemed too heavy a load for a seventeen-year-old boy.

Meanwhile, the more inside the exercise area.

Nene can even cross a wooden sword with a mute.

In common, he was tasked with guiding the opponent by specializing in the 'method of warfare of controlling the opponent with speed'.

The training method is to play even games without any photon abilities.

"Those who fight at speed, like us, really strengthen their physical abilities with photons - they depend on the use of 'physiological surgery' and so on. In battle, it's not an exaggeration to say you're always using it."

Instead of receiving all of Mute's wooden swords, Nene interrupted his theory of tactics in battle between capable men. Improved ability to think during the battle was also trying to be a nod.

"That's why photon consumption is intense. If the battle drains to the required limit as a result of a prolonged lack of decision-makers, you must deal with the capable at worst, only with pure physical abilities"

Nene doesn't fight back in any way.

The rules for settling a game are either mutt taking one, or school building bells ringing. It has basically been done even once, with only a few breaks.

"Biological strength is a must. Mr. Mute is honest about that. The enemies we meet in action generally know our weaknesses. If they come in, they'll either have to retreat or they'll snap their necks."

The instruction is based on the improvement of the borough put out by the mute.

Some of them were unconscious, and combined with the great difference in strength with Nene, they were effective.

Why, why won't my sword arrive......?

What am I missing, arm strength, leg strength, how can I move faster......!?

Mute can't hide so much frustration in her sword, which never reaches her. Her photon abilities were activated unconsciously, using the pretentious remorse as a trigger.

Feeling the signs of a swelling photon in his body, obscured, feeling clear via a wooden sword, sensing its activation, Nene glanced at him "mum". Only when Mute used his abilities did he decide to fight back.

Nevertheless, we do not contend with it in our abilities.

"Ah, you used it again, this... it's a punishment for bad kids!?

When he releases the wooden sword freshly poked to the ground, Nene bare his hand at the mutt jumping into his nostalgia. He avoided a massive slash of frustration and quickly tangled his opponent's arms in tandem, joining hands and throwing them.

mutt fell from his back to the ground and made a slight noise

"Wouldn't it be nice if you were frustrated... okay? There are people in the world who like to move '10' while I'm really moving '1'... pretty soon..."

Nene glanced at the mute's face lying on his back with a troubled face, holding on to the puller to throw.

"Really... I was so weak..."

Even if they let go of my hand, the mute has no sign of waking up. They're blurring out at the flowing clouds.

"... I see you're out of focus"

While announcing the end of the training at an awkward pace, Nene also went on to praise "but......"

"It's definitely getting better. Besides, you're never weak. I'm sorry."

"... he hates you"

Mute laughs at the bullshit being returned. She was also given a lot of homework.

The fallout of being coached and the growth of genius are visible. That, naturally, is also in the eyes of the students who were eager to go away - which is why I don't think they'd like to mock it, either, as they initially did.

Why can't we get ourselves instructed......

The genius mutt is a horn as well as a raven, why a falling hollow......

Those feelings of jealousy are already budding. Flowers bloom, not so far away.