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

It was about the early morning when the capital was still asleep.

The Divine Tree extremists, who occupied the Square of the Divine Tree, carried out the rebellion they had previously planned.

Because the Divine Tree people are the people of the country, and the will of the Divine Tree is what shall govern the government of the country - even though when it comes to rebellion in a word, it cannot be achieved without a sufficient number of heads. Five hundred or so people have turned their teeth to the country, and they will not take off the realm of terrorism.

So Makanov, the head of the extremists, thought to use the power of the witch.

"Report. The strength of our army is one thousand and five hundred. Three hundred men with internal capabilities. The enemy force is 3,500. Still increasing!

"All the while... What a punishment to abuse the power of a witch... what is the state of war like?

The man, a neutral army officer who was in command behind the square, heard a report from his men.

"Unchanged. Soldiers of ability are at the center of the offense on the front line, but still sweeping a certain number makes it a defense. There are a large number of casualties from the general army. I think the enemy is attacking, but it's only a matter of time. '

'This wooden man is a contradiction. If it is the natural help of the witch, our army is all but wiped out. The power of the whole thing is like a common soldier, and the movement is simple, but if it springs up infinitely, the ability soldiers cannot be attacked. Exhaustion is also a concern. Does salvation mean that only nearby enemies are attacked by woodworkers... is this some kind of conspiracy, such as the fact that the main forces of the capital are out on expedition training in this emergency!?

The commander cuts his words as he mourns and flies at the soldiers fighting in the square.

'Listen! As long as we live, we can stop this place. Now is the time for us to risk our lives for the people as soldiers! But live! Protect your living, evacuated family and return to your family!

It was at the same time as this voice. A barrel filled with explosives was thrown from a stone thrower installed in the deepest part of the square. As this depicted the orbit flying over the officer's head, he and some others around him saw it.

'This ballistics... how about in time!?

The officer immediately regains his brilliance. That way you can stay intact even if you take a direct hit. But I knew from the rules of thumb that there was not a single soldier around me. Then I try to release an air strike to strike it down, but I lag only slightly. I couldn't work out the photon and couldn't get enough power for it.

Human life is blown away by every thoughtless voice - it was supposed to be.

The barrel was being shot through by a single arrow, that's what it looked like to the officer's eyes. The only reason he couldn't be sure was because they were instantly wrapped in ice cubes and hidden in evidence.

'What the hell is this...? Are you even daydreaming?

If the barrel hadn't exploded, it wouldn't have crushed anyone, either, with momentum or killed by the claps that would have become ice cubes in space. Then he fell and rolled at the foot of the officer, letting the cold air flow and silence.

'Ho, I'll report!

The confused officer received a report from a subordinate who looked hasty.

"What? Is something wrong?

'That was earlier... from the rear left, when the child...'

"Can the report be clear?

'Ha... from the rear left, a bunch appeared that I thought were students of a federal training school!

"Hey, what is it!? Why would a federal student be in a place like this... '

From the other side, another subordinate comes again in a hurry.

"Report!"

"Ko, what happened now?

"From the rear right, a group emerged that I thought was students of the Imperial Training School. We're storming the front line. '

"Until the students of the Empire, what's going on!? No I'm not, why don't we bring him back soon!?

'Well, that's... fighting with far more power than our team's capable men. I can't stop it.'

'Stupid...... No, if it's true, is it a good opportunity? But let the child fight...'

Continuously generated, at this time already the treemen of the battlefield numbered four thousand.

The photons consumed by the mint are always compensated by the photons of the Divine Tree. This allows the Photon of the Tree Soul to be activated until her health, the surgeon, is exhausted. Considering her qualities again, we can expect to generate a woodworker that will eventually reach 10,000 units.

This was the measure Macanoff chose when he thought about increasing the number of heads.

But his reckoning was off, and not fifty percent of his abilities were drawn out. Now, the activation of that ability is in a state where he forced interference with her photon to take over manipulation. There was a problem here, and Photon's characteristic of being vulnerable to interference prevented him from exercising enough.

Nevertheless, the characteristic of the ability to 'more photons to be allocated whenever one loses count, and the woodworker becomes stronger' lived hard. This still did not end the rebellion to failure.

If it's a long fight, you can overwhelm and win in any number......

So do the extremists in the war, but it was between them.

A state-of-the-art monster, originally a weapon of mass murder, a Federation and Imperial student appeared twenty, storming from the left and right of the square. As they thrust across sight, the soldiers of the Neutral Army lost their temper.

Two people cutting ahead on the federal side, each giving you a name.

"Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! I'm Bojan-Grendard! I'm joining this fight for the man I'm going to be friends with! Whoever stands in the way will not be forgiven! Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"Ha, ha, ha, I'm Gorandol-Aputas! Lord Bojan's slave to love. Whoa!

Strong brave men and strong maidens who storm with horses of war?

Crush the wooden man with a war horse and crush him under a blow with an axe spear. The roads past which the two of them pass are littered with wooden ends, and woodworkers lie in a way reminiscent of human remains.

"It would be beautiful if barbarity were extreme...... it would make a name for itself, that would be good too! I'm Django-Scadania! I don't know where one day, but if you're going to hurt something of the man I respect, I can't overlook it!

A beautiful man steps into the path opened to the two ahead, without hesitation.

Wave a caged two-handed sword into a single letter and turn the back length of the gathering wooden man to hip height. Short air strikes from the tip of the sword at the clap, and the opponent who was out of time also blows up and widens the road.

"I'll make way for you to go first. But what if Lunaquin was here? I'm sure he would have done this...... Mute-Shhalv, I won't let any of you touch me while I'm around!

A beautiful girl popped out of the seven that followed, cutting the wind.

The skill of acceleration specialization gained in the Isladunna plains forces the treeman on the path to react at an unacceptable rate. By the time an opponent carved with a long sword collapses, he's already cut into other opponents.

"They're giving you a name. This would be an atmosphere I should name too... I'm Watrod-Watson, and my mechanical bow will never forgive evil -"

"- Haha, you glasses. Seriously, you're not taking this too seriously! I'm Bridgecka-Cro-Bayaman. Well, welcome, everyone! Something like that! Look, with this flow, so is Decorin!

The mountain grandmother stopped in a position one step back from the front line and stuck the honor student's face.

An arrow caged and shot from a mechanical bow penetrates a plurality of wooden men and puts a large wind hole in their torso. Even if it doesn't hit you directly, it also blows up the opponent who has been pillaged by the drill that releases from the arrow.

Bottom-up of the performance of the weapon by cage air is effective the greater the amount of product to be rubbed. Because arrows can cage more photons than cannonballs, bows and arrows are preferred to cannons for the capable.

"Wow, me too, is that it? Uh, you know, I'm Nacori...... or I'm not going to say Decorin!

A sturdy girl who drops off the three who remain on the cut path and gives herself back the crease.

Her brilliantly wrapped little flat hand slammed the ground in front of a swarm of straw and looming woodsmen. At that moment, her brilliance degenerated into ice, forming horns of corners, skewering them from her feet.

If you're going to stand around as an archer, she shouldn't be on the front line.

Indeed, she has the ability to be an icy photon, and if you just deal with a wooden man like a general soldier, you can fight enough just to manipulate the ice. Not because of this, but because of the fact that the power of the ability was too strong to use in a bow. There is no denying the possibility of involving your allies no matter how much you turn around.

Given the pattern of unrest between soldiers and woodworkers in the neutral army, their use was spared as much as possible.

"Cuno-Fa......"

"I'm Tihania-Muffin...... that? Mr. Cuno, didn't we just talk? No, you weren't... from here on out. Good luck alone, because we'll stop behind you as much as we can."

A silent boy and a shy girl sending out the last one in the middle of an enemy formation.

Intercept the wooden man attacking from behind, with flesh heightened by practice. Crush the torso with your torso, tangle and chop the limbs, sometimes softly and firmly to control the stiffness, and sever the softness.

"Thanks...... stay safe!

Leave your back to everyone else and deal only with the tree man in the front. Wave a beauty under the moon, slashing and laying down a wooden man approaching like a wave. Only one boy rushes towards the deepest part of the square.

When we got here, the number of woodworkers we dealt with also grew out of step. Even if a man of ability could defeat him indefinitely, if he were surrounded, he would also eat his foothold. Maybe for some clap, let the numbers say something and they'll crush it.

And there is absolutely nothing in everything, and we do not know when or what will happen again.

A suddenly frightening number of woodworkers pushed over after him. The defeat of a neutral soldier who was fighting in the immediate vicinity turned the target in one piece by the wooden man he was dealing with.

"Not good, that kid gets surrounded... eh?

Nacolin breathed a lot watching it by chance. He leads an arrow to the long bow for cover and pulls a string, but seeing the sight that happened shortly afterwards, he had to stop any further movement.

"... I'm Holloro-Fiodiante. I want to tell you something, Mint. I can't stop here...... so don't interrupt me!

The angry boy's body unleashes the swinging glory of the air.

A blue and white flash ran all around him, and a wooden man, who was within a radius of ten medas, blew into the wood terminal dust. Exposed to this aftermath in a slightly distant position, they also suffered non-combatant damage that damaged the limbs.

"Hey, what is it, that kid..."

Nacolin looks at the same boy repeatedly.

I can brilliantly vaporize myself, so I could also understand that it was something unusual about him. From the amount of photons spent on a single activation to the state of practice, I felt very different in dimension from my own.

The power of a half-way wooden man no longer even makes it possible to touch it.

From touching the brilliance that flows violently on its body surface, the wooden man's body is bounced off to keep the prototype. This is not the case with the splendor of the line. The breakdown in common sense was also remarkable.

"What a bullshit force... haven't you grabbed my arrow on Dada"

"Ha ha, I'm glad I didn't challenge the battle like that, Deco."

"Huh... Oh my goodness you idiot!

"It's a star... pretty good thing!

Nacolin also returns to fight against the woodworkers in order to hit the frustration bewitched by Bojan.

Even in the meantime, Holoro continued to ramp up to the back of the square.

Along the way we also encounter extremists dispersed by the woods, but they were asked to have mercy, challenged with less than the power of the woods, or else fled at first sight. As this got closer to the deepest part, it made me feel so uncomfortable.

"We're in a safe place, we're such cowards"

With the flesh thin to the Divine Tree at present, Holoro escapes into the open place.

There was a radical headquarters divided by a tall fence, and the tree man generated here flowed outside the fence without falling all the way down. The atmosphere around it was not busy with the extremists manipulating cannons and stone throwers. Unlike previous cramped battlefields, there was a free space besides thoughts.

Further back, I could see Mint as my goal.

An altar set on a small high staircase bordering the Divine Tree - a cruciform device - aids in the interference against the witch who made it look like a witch. The operating table installed under the altar also controls all of its operation.

Her neatness speeds up his running legs too.

"Mint, to help now...... Huh!?

"Holloro-Fiodiante, is it still you?

Here again, I was ambushed by another extremist.

A straight sword protruded from his left toward him, and Holoro smiled on the brink. I can then return the peak of the moonlit beauty and cut it back, but I can escape out of time. In response to an attack, I can be taught who doesn't go with a single string.

He found out who he was, making sure he looked like his opponent who put him back in the yard.

"Are you... Mr. Royles. After all, this is you?

"... at the end of the day, I was just going to say thank you for making my sister better. Apparently, they've summoned something outrageous...... please, can you not miss it?

With a straight sword in place, Royles pleads in his voice for a cut mood.

"It must be your sister, isn't it? Why the hell are you doing this?

- and Hololo shows a difficult color.

"Can't you miss... that's something you don't understand!

From Royles, I can set it up again.

Without knowing its true intentions, I had no choice but to fight him now.