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

October 29th.

Temperatures have also become more likely to drop in the afternoon, but it is still comfortable in the sun. Winter visits are close, but they're not even talking about tomorrow or the day after, in such an ambiguous climate these days.

On the day of the last day of the accommodation period set by Eizeon, a practice match between Westeria and Lucendert was scheduled. Already the students and instructors assembled in the forest compartment, finished a brief meeting and waited for the start at each location.

Large lookout facility, set up with two across forest compartments.

A large space with a glazed side of the compartment is located at the top of the tower of the assembly. Because the facility is designed to watch games, it is not built to entertain many people. The maximum capacity is assumed to be one hundred and fifty, but now officials from various countries who had heard rumors of the match, who had outgrown it by an excellent margin.

"Is it ninety-ninth centimeter? They're here to gather information when they see Luchendart win."

View the forest section from the window of the viewing room in the federal lookout facility.

Nene was shook up by John, who looked around him.

"Ten years of undefeated school...... regardless of winning or losing, because it will be a game with no loss to watch"

"Don't you have any expectations for our good fight? I guess I can't be one."

"I wish I could be influenced by that kind of consciousness, too. I did what I could."

"There's nothing left to watch, is there?"

"Yes, they would, maybe"

It's the narrative that sounds like it contains worries.

But the look on their faces wasn't so much. Given the growth of Westerners we've seen in a month of accommodation, we were able to have expectations rather than hopelessness about the game. Westerian instructors also expect that even if they don't win easily, they will never lose easily

"Aggyu, fugyu... and, dude, give it to me... Pfft!

From the entrance to the viewing room, several people showed up scratching the crowd.

The length of the woman who walks at the head is, at first sight, that of the child. Out of the twisted textured brunettes grew ears that the beast's kind was supposed to have. When I put magnifying goggles on my forehead, and when I put my sleeves on the white coat of my rashes, I think it's the researcher.

Nene remembered the woman who exhaled through the cramping of the crowd.

"Oops... Ma, Dr. Majoriyo"

"Huh? Whoa... whoa!? Nene, isn't it? That's a hiccup!

The dumb surface of the woman being called to face back brightened up all the time.

This woman named Majoriyo was the authority in photonstone applied development research enrolled in Eizeon. It's as if you look like a child, you have ears growing from a human being, you're a rare but historic adult, and if you classify it correctly, you're also human.

It is no exaggeration to say that half of the groundbreaking inventions in modern times were made by her. If she starts a new study called that, there's a good chance that something revolutionary will be invented again. If you take away that achievement before it is announced to the world, the tremendous wealth must be promised to become a name for history.

From those with shallow motives for the crime, the woman has been abducted in the past eight times.

It was Nene, who was still operating within the administration at the time, who was rescuing this. From the third kidnapping, when you become the largest record holder of that rescue participation, after the fourth, you say, "You're used to it now, aren't you?" and other suitable candidates, and her record was updated smoothly.

So imagine the ninth time it's going to happen to a woman who's still developing with no punishment.

She was sick and tired of feeling like she was on her way to help again.

"... Um, why is the Doctor here?

"Haven't you heard? My right head asked me to come. It's a prototype experiment... don't worry. There shouldn't be any kidnappers here either. Besides, if you were here, Nene, you'd protect me, too, right?

I didn't even know Nene's mind, and Majorillo said soak it up.

"So, Lord Nene, what about this one?

From John, who was listening beside him, Nene was asked.

"Oh, excuse me. Her name is Dr. Majorillo. He's a famous technician. I know you remember riding a steam locomotive before, but she's the one who developed the foundations of the steam engine, which is the power."

"Well, that's... if the Lord is from the poles..."

With his standing index finger on his mouth, Majorillo took control of the words.

"Whoa... now you're not just my brother, are you? More than that. Shh. It's not a very pleasant story. Please forgive me for all this time."

"I'm sorry. I couldn't seem to get around to it... so why are you here?

"Oh, it was!

Majoriyo made his voice bounce, pointing to the flat object he had his assistant carry.

"Pfft, pfft! Video comms, prototype seven."

"Did you build a telecom machine that was going to be kidnapped like that again?!?

Nene's face catches on.

"It's okay, because I got a direct development request from my right head this time, and the lab security is on the rocks. Come on, I'm in this country because I'm safer than the Federation Empire, which has so many people. Well, sometimes the beds are cheaper... look at him more than that."

Watching martial arts festivals is difficult, unlike selection competitions, etc.

Watch the game from the viewing facility set up around the compartment with the naked eye or otherwise with the telescope you brought in - it used to satisfy the audience nonetheless. But it is an indisputable fact that it has ceased to be so, given the way customers have fared away in recent years. As civilization progressed, so did the satisfaction that people sought for entertainment.

Right head is most concerned that militant festivals will only compete for weapons. So I let Majorillo build my right head. An unprecedented trick to make it easier for the athletes to see how they fight...

"The history of photon stone development will change."

"But isn't communication huge going to take photons?

Nene asked unconvinced.

"Yes, that. That preconceived notion didn't work. Moreover, the amount spent was correctly more potent, so it was completely blind spot. I tried the opposite on a whim... this happened"

Plate-shaped devices about the size of three adults were installed one after the other at the window. Slightly lined up in a row to whisper the view outdoors. When Majorillo rang his fingers and signaled in anticipation of his readiness, its black plate surface - the video plate coloured simultaneously.

The delegates were shown waiting for the game to begin in the forest section.

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"There or there... that's what the techs who came earlier were saying, right?

"Sounds like it. Assuming that's the eye, it's going to be distracting to think they're watching... well, I don't want to use this as an excuse for defeat. If you think this is a good obstacle too, or"

Westerian delegates waiting for the signal to begin caught sight of the small devices installed in the trees in the forest compartment. The crystal-like eyes embedded in that apparatus operated to always point in that direction when they sensed the human place sensitively. The device could be installed anywhere in the compartment.

They were the devices that were relaying to the video version of the observation facility. At times, the device produced by Majoriyo was also Arcadia's first 'self-running machine'.

"So, Mr. Wattrod. As per the meeting?

"Right. I honestly have no idea how Luchendart works..."

The terrain of the forest compartment is fan-shaped, and the wider one goes north.

Westeria on the offensive side must aim to control the opponent's base. In the direction of the attack, from the open side to the narrow side, departs from the far end. From the rules, it is also acceptable that the first array position is not the most advanced part thereof. It is assumed that it is okay to separate people at this time.

On the defensive side, Luchendart may raise the opponent's attack to the full limit of time, for example by starting operations from the base and forming a formation and dealing with it while gathering information in scouts.

Or annihilate each other's representatives...

"It still seems dangerous to separate people. As we talked yesterday, I'm going to attack them all steadfastly with action from the east. Because I would be most afraid to be beaten individually. Above all, I don't have any information."

"But it will be the same on that side"

"... Shall I think positively"

One fireworks was launched with Don to block the conversation.

In five minutes, another shot will be launched, signaling a start.

"Guys, are you ready?

Everyone nodded silently at Watrod's confirmation.

And after five minutes, the fireworks launch.

"Let's start the operation... let's go"

Line up under Watrod's command, and everyone moves on to the back of the woods - not long. Approximately a minute in time, in my physical sense since I stepped out, I would feel shorter.

From overhead, someone came down and showed up. It greeted them, stiff in unforeseen circumstances, with a creepy grin, breaking the line that the representatives of Westeria had put together and landing at its centre.

"Hihi.... hello"

Too soon, it was a preemptive hand.