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

"Instructor John? Well, who are you talking about?

"... Huh? No, I don't care who they say... you know, what the instructor said..."

Because it was something the grey-haired young man could trance, Hollow accidentally followed his voice.

The outfit is the kimono, not the uniform, but the facial and muscular lumps of the body, overflowing with demonization, belonged to a particular person who cannot be misseen in any way. If I had been a mentor to someone with such a combination for three months, I'd be pretty sure of it.

"I'm not doing this with instructor John."

"Yes?"

I had one emotion that I didn't know if I was stunned or disappointed by the words and actions of the ensuing youth.

How dare you take two holes of empty paper bags out of your nose? Wearing it, he assured me that he had no heart or a voice that played more than usual. When you ran into that green creature - a fierce deja vu.

"I'm Mr. Paper Bag."

"What!?

"... it's Mr. Paper Bag"

The young man who insists is definitely John. However, he also had a reason why he had to behave strangely. Thou shalt not be known to be the sword saints of the great premise.

The meeting was also cut up on the way back to the inn, where he learned that the hollows had headed to the square of the Divine Tree. I also figured out how the square looked in the same way as my disciple. If it was the only person there, I didn't need to change clothes or paper bags. But falsely, there were also more than a thousand soldiers of the neutral army.

At times, it was Nene who came up with this proposal.

It was like, "I don't know what kind of applause I can get, it's better than not." I don't know about the person who said it, but I don't know about the person who would be happy to do it. She was also rushing to the square with several other instructors.

"Well... what the hell was that doll earlier? Looks like it's still working."

John the Tree Man, Ixa the Tree Man of Soft, Nene the Tree Man of Speed, each took over the battle.

Three tree men acting highly self-reliant assemble tactics that are good at anticipating the power of their opponents. For example, the Tree Man of Speed chose the nine against him because he had made predictions that it would work even with low attack power. Rigorously or softly, this makes the same sense.

But the three woodworkers had paused their actions now.

Woodman performance depends on the quality of the mint. What cannot be measured by her qualities, neither can the wooden man - the power of the three newly stood up could not be successfully predicted by the three bodies.

"This wooden man regenerates as many times as he can until the surgeon becomes incapacitated... the mint must be stopped"

Fluffy footsteps come at stake and Royles answers concisely.

"Mr. Royles, are you okay?

"You don't have the body to worry about people either. But I can't stay long. We have to pull off the mint that is being taken in by the Divine Tree. That body must be under a lot of strain."

With the onslaught on the Rigor and the Soft Tree Man, it is close to full creation.

"I don't know much about jewelry, but I'm sure you feel evil from the Divine Tree... to investigate, it would be nice if you could save that mint and them?

From John, who glimpsed the Divine Tree, Holoro continued to speak.

Knowing my condition, I felt I could see the color of anticipation and trust in the eye that made me peek through the holes in the paper bag. Now that I had been struck by my weakness, the accompanying words were felt by what pushed my back.

"I'll take on the doll...... you can still do it, Hollow?

"... I can do it"

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"At all, didn't I say wait? We'll preach later, won't we?

Interrupt between a fast tree man who has stopped acting and an exhausting nine.

Nene looked sinister and showed it. Whatever the reason, I wanted to scold them for sticking my neck in the problem, without the strength to avoid any predicament. I was just worried if I gave it back. So there was some relief that they were safe, and not least included in their voices and temper.

"Well... I'll borrow your sword for a second, won't I?

Turn your back magnificently on the Quick Tree Man and take a long sword from the mute. I slap myself on the shoulder with that belly and work. Instead, she sighed small, she said, "... so? Make sure."

"This wooden man belongs to a witch, maybe not?

"Huh!? Instructor, lie to me..."

- It is also worrying that Mute will raise her voice, which is being set up by the Quick Tree Man on.

Nene had already noticed. In just a moment, he gathered the brilliance of spending a considerable amount of photons, sticking a long sword out of his crooked hand and piercing his opponent's face without even looking.

"Oh? It's surprisingly fast... I don't really feel comfortable, but you can't miss the opportunity"

In conjunction with the inversion, he saw a swiveling kick of a fast wooden man, played loud and distanced. Nene, who had one thought of the other's feelings, urged Mute's attention with a voice that could also be heard whispering.

"... it's just not hard if you're going to reach divine speed. All you have to do is get rid of offense and defense and pursue speed. But that doesn't work for someone with something that outweighs speed. So what do we do?

Slightly lower his posture, Nene manipulates his brilliance.

Concentrate everything on the body surface only where it is needed without wrapping it up. The brilliance, which becomes a blue-white muscle due to special maneuvers, runs multiple branches along her limbs, drifting light photons.

One of the answers she derived with the alias of Divine Speed - "Divine Speed Circuit".

"... Here's what I'll do!

For a moment in the word ass, the cobblestone cracks surrounding the quickwood man. It happened not in one place, but in five or six places at once. It was only slightly visible in the eyes of the mute - nothing more than the appearance of Nene, who kicks forward at a rate at which the opponent cannot react and chops up the opponent in the wrong way.

The long sword through the divine speed circuit is not bounced by the opponent's black brilliance. The body through which the divine speed circuit went is not even frightened by the load that continues to exert divine speed. Even if I wanted speed, I wouldn't throw away offense or defense.

That's the divine speed for her.

But it doesn't make sense because where you slash how much, the other guy plays...

From what I've seen, it looks like you'll do something. [M] No, I would love to ask for a quick resolution......

"Otherwise, I'll have a muscle ache tomorrow. Whoa!

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"Soft carved on the torso, wooden man, doll, mannequin... which one are you?

Looking seriously at the Soft Tree Man, Ixa lifts her neck.

You don't get a reply without a mouth to your opponent's advantage. Instead, it is all combined. An attack was launched to grab the limb, crossing hands with restraint and so on.

"Whatever, you seem to be good at jujitsu, right?

Strike, flush, and smite with ease the onslaught of such a soft wooden man.

"No, actually, if you classify it, I'm good at that kind of body technique, too. You have a good degree of practice, but I don't think it's old. Are you from the eastern lineage? In times I saw it close to what supposedly flourished about three hundred years ago. Speaking of which, there is definitely a master of my master..."

Speak like a soliloquy, knowing you won't get a reply.

"... yeah? Oh, I see. So you can only move according to my movements? [M] I mean, you say you can only make predetermined moves. Occasionally woven motions of restraint are probabilistic, for example if I move like this, you move like this..."

With a perfect grasp of the tendency of the Soft Tree Man to behave, Ixa sets out to fight back. Create a gap deliberately on a part of your body and aim there - tangle your opponent's arms in this clap and solidify the rotating joint behind you. Yes, I am satisfied with "see" alone, as I deduced.

But that prediction was betrayed.

The neck of the soft wooden man spinned half a turn. Not only that, but his elbows, knees, ankles and hips turned the other way, and his back quickly turned to his chest. There was no articulation in this wooden man.

"Oh... here we go. Wow, that's amazing, isn't it?

Taking a flying distance to the urchin, Ixa roared with a troubled face. Looking quickly at the person he was chasing, he put a knife in his hands to keep him brilliant. I stood still and welcomed him into the midst of an intermission without refusing.

Its blue-white light stretches to his fingertips and changes to a noose and sharp shape -.

"If you can't get a joint, let's slash it."

The body of the Soft Tree Man passed as it fell apart beside Ixa.

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"Damn...... what, you have to die!

With the remains of his comrades brought into the main regiment, a neutral army soldier moaned.

It was one hundred and fifty capable soldiers and one thousand and six hundred general soldiers who took part in the battle from the neutral army in this operation. Of those, about two hundred and fifty were killed in battle with the wooden men from the general army. Whatever the minor injuries, it was also a lesson on the battlefield in this world for the general soldier to resent that no one had died from the capable soldier.

"May I?

The horse with the woman with the bottle bottom glasses and the beauty man didn't stop by.

I can speak softly from the beautiful man who came down from that horse and walked over. The soldier lost consciousness when he was shown a deep blue glow that would cause him to express his brilliance with his hands on the remains of his comrades. Yelling at the dead about what they were going to do, but he mumbled at the miracle in front of him.

On the face of the wreckage, I looked back at it and became angry.

"Oh no, this..."

Make sure your comrade breathes back, and the soldier feels ungained and unsaid.

"How long has it been since this place started?

I am asked briefly by the beautiful man who stood up and saw the other remains.

"Not yet, not more than an hour later?

"Apparently in time. Bring the dead here. I will be resurrected."

"Is that true... thanks. Can you tell me your name, if you'd like?

"Yeah, I don't mind. I'm Shea...... ahhhhhhhhhhh!?

A namesake beauty presses her mouth to bitterness.

The soldier became anxious when he saw it. I suspected that it might be such a force that I felt it was worth it, if I had paid for the miracle myself.

"No way...... hang on, are you okay!?

The other one on the horse responded to the voice that led to the Reiman.

"Oh, yes, yes, you shouldn't worry. He's just a hangover."

"............... Am I?

A bewildered warped soldier's face was directed at a miserable beauty.

"Wow... my name is Cialisa. Come on, let's get the dead here."

The beauty who performed the miracle of resurrection of the dead, Toto Cialisa, has a special photon called St. Blue Photon. Formerly regarded as a power to dwell in the heir to the throne of the Westerian royal family, it was expressed to her in contemporary times.

Ability to bond or regenerate broken limbs, detoxify or resuscitate the dead, which cannot otherwise be done - one of the reasons Jorzev wanted her is her ability to heal until this abnormal. Those who dwell in this can even approach immortality and, as capable people, become closer to another dimension.

However, there are also various limitations on the ability to be so useful. There are absolute conditions, especially with regard to resuscitation of the dead, which means that it will only take effect until post-mortem rigidity of the dead begins. She therefore asked for time in order to ascertain this.

"- Don't, but look, if you don't, I'll tell you in time, okay?

"Oh, hey, okay!

As the soldier ran out to gather manpower to carry the dead, cutting her gaze from its delightful back, the woman with the bottle bottom glasses asked Reiman. The truth is, can't hangovers be cured? I just wanted to ask.

"... don't throw up, do you?

"Oh... just take care of yourself"

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Picking up the appropriate long sword that was falling nearby, John focuses on the woodworker.

You notice its opponent's arm regenerating, running straight from the outer edge of the square. When he recognises that it is a trait as it was told, he turns the sword about two or three times to tame its grip.

"Earlier Hollor kept a good eye on him. So did I lie down."

I greet the woodworkers of just now with a slack of preemption. It is easy to avoid fists being protruded. Turn around behind your opponent and slap him in the ankle. With one leg concentrating his brilliance, he kicks up the opponent with a broken posture. Once again, the angle kicks up as well when you jump and chase your opponent up high into the universe.

"Would I have those eyes, too?

You launched your opponent because it won't damage the ground.

The brilliance of what is gained in the depths of it is different from the usual. It is a super high density energized by the brilliance generated by practice in the body, the brilliance generated by practice outside the body, and two more exercises. A technique that generates a huge amount of energy in the interference aftermath, so to speak, individually, super-compresses, and releases it as an air strike.

"... one day, I hope I can"

He gazes from the landing and sets his aim on the rigid wooden man, who swoops far above.

And emit a moonshadow. While the blade of blue and white light pulls its tail, it stretches high in the sky and swallows the opponent. The black body exposed to the overwhelming flux of energy eventually turned into Chile without leaving a trace - and when he saw this, John saw two people pushing toward the Divine Tree.

Come on, young people.