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

The Westerian men were bathing together on this day from Bojan's suggestion.

In the last three days they have also been able to solve a lot in the wake of one of the extremist divine tree religions. There were also more conversations that were now inseparable in the military, little by little, but understanding of each other's personalities and ways of thinking was also progressing. If you think about the way you've been with them, this could be said to be a good trend for them.

"Look, Hollow! This is my physical beauty! Phew Phew Phew!" Ki Phew.

"Wow, no, Django, you're sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Standing up like I thought in an open-air hot tub, Django shows off his tight flesh.

Hololo, who was soaking up to his shoulders in a hot spring next door, said he had also gotten used to his narcissistic temperament, or that he was nowhere near dealing with him because of the comfort of the water, and the reply was cluttered sometime.

"Oh, what, are you muscle proud? Then I'll have it mixed up too! Munchkin '!" Boo-hoo!

"Haaaaaa!? Oh, how dare you!

Bojan, who came after washing his body, shows off his mortally separated muscles, inspired by Django. Mirroring creates undulations and shades, and wet skin glows when it hits outdoor lighting. Gollandor, who was flushing his back, makes a perverse odd noise when he sees it all

"You guys, why don't you get a little more flair?... but Cuno, didn't you come?"

Watlod, who complained to the three of them from the corner of the hot tub, but his heart was not even full. I didn't feel bad compared to the week before and this time now, which can be considered busy.

"I don't even feel like I need to worry about anything. Look, he says there's a lot of secrets he doesn't like to expose his skin to in public. Still, the lodging is generous enough to rent it out. It's expensive to get in here normally, isn't it?

"There, look, isn't it because we put up our bodies?

The open-air bath they are in is something special that En only opens up to customers who are being served.

Speaking of why they are able to bathe, it ends because they are meritorious men who have stopped the rebellion of the extremist Divine Trees. If you become a soldier with good grades at the Martial Arts Festival, that status will also be gradually elevated - if you have bonded with the promising stock you can expect, you may be able to make it in the future, yes, it was thought to be in the Inn.

"Well, but to be honest... at that time, I really thought you might die"

"Not at all. The last black guy that came out, he made it good."

Nodding at Django's words, he goes into the hot tub with Bojan and Gorandol.

More water fray, overflowing. That makes noise.

In the meantime, they silence in retrospect of three days ago. The battle against the unknown, whose power is not yet far off. A one-sided battle with no resistance. The first battle as a photon capable man to have a hunch of death. I learned fear there.

"When we talk about this, you feel like you have a dark face..."

The discerning holoro was lightly watered by Django, who laughed in a joking condition.

"Pfft... well, that was what I said. I almost lost it without protecting anything. It's temporary, but I was about to give up. Tell me how sweet a knight is."

"It was your will, wasn't it? I didn't ask you for details then, but what is it?

I look up at the starry sky, and then Django gives me a glimpse.

"I won't kill them, I won't die myself, I won't let my people die..."

"I see, that's awesome. But, you know, if you're sick because you couldn't fulfill that before, you're just gonna piss me off, too, right? Mute said that, too, don't feel like it."

Django, with his soothing voice and expression, continues to be spicy.

"Me and the others didn't tell you to help me, did they? I followed you by my own will. So I almost died on my own. Of course I didn't mean to die. It's ridiculous that you should carry that. You'll be stronger than me, but that's why you're so underestimating me."

The Bojans go after the words at the same pace.

"If you think about what I was thinking...... haha, you mean I'm still not working out enough either?

"But I'm also proud of you. I hope you don't forget that."

"The three of you are right, Mr. Holloro. And I don't care what your will is..."

Fu, the open-air bath next door separated by a bamboo fence became clumsy.

Apparently they welcomed a group of women, and all of that voice sounds familiar to me. The impassioned troubles of adolescence make them show unwanted co-ordination, bring silence, and make them listen.

"Oh, hey, does it make sense for us to come in together in the first place?

"They have naked dating in the east, don't they? Look, we can manage to get into town."

"... I've been thinking about you for a long time, but you're also a forceful person"

"Oh, but... this kind of thing, it could be a little fun"

It was the representative women of Westeria. From Bridgecca's suggestion, they would also bathe together, coincidentally with men and time on their hands. Just like an open-air bath for boys, that for girls is also a rental.

"This voice is no way, then, on the other side of Takegaki, the mutts..."

"What are you going to do, Mr. Django! Now and then."

An eye-running Django leaves the hot tub and leans against the bamboo walls.

Watrod, an honorary student, blamed him for his movements with a squeaky voice. But now he must have had some bad thoughts, too, to put on his glasses and see what follows.

"Oh, hey? No, I don't know, it's ruined a lot, Watrod. What did you say, at least tell me, why did you put your glasses on? Hide your heart better."

I'm going to scream at you two on the back, but Holoro gets whispered by the two sneaky vibes.

"Ha ha, I wonder if this is also the guy's sex"

Even though it wasn't surprising to eat the convolutions, Bojan nonetheless laughed swallowingly. Thus Nacolin, who noticed suspicious signs from his lavish voice, threw his voice over the bamboo hedge.

"Yeah?... What, are you over there?

"Whoa, what, you came in here too?

The childhood exchange even has a breathtaking nature.

"Because of that. By the way, you're not thinking about peeking, are you?... There are strange signs."

Jiggly, Django and Watrod stop sneaking around.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't do that. Mostly, we've been in there together until this time, haven't we?

To that one word, the bathroom quietly returns.

The men's attention was focused on Bojan and the women's attention on Nacolin.

"Come on, tell me about your childhood, and not five years ago! Stop it, though it would create a misunderstanding!?

"No!? I can't believe you're taking a bath with Master Bojan...... you're not kidding me, Golja!?

A jealously insane Gorandol barks back at the male.

"Are you an idiot too, is there only an idiot in equestrian soldier!?

"Five years ago, we were twelve... because it's okay, Decorin! It's giddy for both men and women, girly!

Bridgecca chills Nacholine, who yells in disgrace, not quite there with her mouth, but openly with her face. Mute and Tihania also "ho ho" and behave in a similar way to all the time revenge.

"I haven't really grown up since then and I don't see it. It wouldn't make any sense from what I just saw, would it?

That said, Bojan recalls five years ago.

The Glendahl family is in a small country on the north side of federal territory. Mostly breeding, breeding, disciplining, and retirement of war horses and ponies, our family used ranch management as a business. One son of this rancher was Bojan.

An environment familiar to horses from an early age, an intimate body and a magnificent spirit. The father said, "If I thought I had taken my eyes off a little, I was riding my horse alone and laughing like an idiot," when he was five years old.

Then three years later, when I approached my father's back length with one more body.

He met Nacolin, who came over to the next house.

No parents, no parents. Once a week, men in black are visiting to ascertain their living patterns. But it seems the guidelines are good. If she finds out she has no life problems, they left the house soon, too.

Children who live alone, children who are involved with suspicious black men, children who are spookily grown up when they talk, children who don't laugh whenever they see them - the neighbors were spooky at first, but after a while they found out about her, they were just as cute as my child.

- I'm gonna put you on a horse now. Just hang out.

At the heart of it was Bojan, who, while childish, felt the essence of her. With the heat and bitterness he was born with, it was another story that melted her frozen heart, and where he got to again, as you can see from the two of us now.

"Mr. Bojan. I'd love to hear more about how it used to be around there."

I hope that Watlod, who has finally lost reason, persists in correcting the position of the glasses as difficult as it is. It drowned with nosebleeds and so on, no shame, no outside hearing, and some kind of it looked very clean.

"That body, like this, is slightly creased around the waist. And then there's the porcupine at the base of my leg..."

"Hey ahhh!?

The representatives, who had bathed, assembled in the meeting room for the scheduled meeting in the free time before dinner. Indoors the instructors, already ready, were waiting, bickering.

"Whoa, you're here... Am I? Your face is swollen, isn't it?

"The Honorable Teacher Piconis. Please don't worry about this."

Bojan swells his face, Nacolin is always more and less affectionate, and several others are about to erupt. Something interesting must have happened, the way it makes you speculate.

"Mm-hmm. So dinner's close, and we'll talk hands-on."

It's hard to predict where they all got their seats, and John stands in front and starts talking.

"As for the matter three days ago, I would have already been preached scattered by Lord Nene, so I need not say it again. Let's skip that and tell them that the training schedule from tomorrow and the last day of the period has changed."

Delegates look through the schedule handed out at hand. Some of us forgot to breathe out of surprise.

"As you know, that day we had the opportunity to talk to the Imperial School. At that time, the other party made an offer. This one's been drinking that. As written at the end of the new calendar."

"A practice match with a representative of Imperial Lucendato territory? Hey, what's this..."

Ask your neighbor Django and Holoro will stop doing that. Seeing him staring at the paper with a hard expression, even if he was his opponent, his reluctance worked unexpectedly.

"No way, is that true?

"If you don't wait for the tournament to get a chance to compete, aren't you a better opponent?

John asks Nacolin to make sure it's true and false.

"Um, what kind of school is this?

A horrible questioned holoro bought a smile from some indoors. As a representative of one country, it was a statement that seemed too ignorant. If you didn't know that and could have made you a delegate, you're the big one, or you're an idiot.

"... The Imperial Lucendert Knight Training College is the winning school of last year's Martial Arts Festival"