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

December 12.

The day after the protection of the Divine Tree was complete, the Martial Festival began as originally planned.

There was already an unweak headwind blowing at the Westerners who would refrain from the first war this afternoon.

To the suppression of the uprising by the extremist Divine Tree, they are indispensable to the topic of some sort of practice match with Representative Lucendert, but they were still not badly impressed - that was only yesterday.

It seems the Westerian representative caused a blade wound shake, so rumors were circulating.

One case was the healing of Cialisa, which resulted in no one losing their life. But if human beings in a country in conflict had a bloodshed dispute, it could be an international problem in the worst case scenario.

It would have been something that should not have happened now, under any circumstances, at Setouchi, whether or not it would have prevented the opening of a war. Rumor has it done because, for one thing, the parties did not speak up.

Dim underground space with a combination of ceilings to the floor.

From the ground entrance, which has been blown out, one staircase stretches down to the basement. At the end of the stairs, a wide passage with two adults spreading their arms is followed by an iron lattice cage at equal intervals along the walls.

As it stands, it is an open trail with the toughest cages.

All the cages here boasted the robustness of having prisoners give up jailbreaking while the iron lattice was a one-sided, five-sided structure.

At present the only prisoner at the bottom of this was imprisoned.

But the wound was pretty deep. The feeling will not go away forever......

Look at your own hands bloody dirty with shady eyes, also against the walls in the cage.

Mute had been imprisoned for running the tournament.

Consciousness returns with the shackles of the jarmanite ore and infers what treatment I have become.

He had been severely beaten in the back of the head, but his memory remains firm until that point, so if you want to look back, it won't be a hassle.

"I believed you were a thoughtful child."

Nene, who serves as a temporary guard, can bring a sound of disappointment to his voice in front of the cage.

Mute kept her mouth shut. I've been talked to many times for a while now, but I wouldn't even have tried to open my mouth from myself if I hadn't responded. All I did was listen to words that could be directed unilaterally.

"Isn't this prison a little dusty?

Nene, who looked indoors, says in a voice she couldn't help but make bright.

"Blade wounds are rare in this country. Crimes are all to the point where fines are fined, even if there are. If it wasn't a felony, you wouldn't be imprisoned. That's... aha. I've never seen a training school student who's an active prisoner and imprisoned in an administration jail...... haha. Ha... ha..."

Nene's dry laugh echoes empty into the dungeon jail.

"I don't want you to take care of me because I won't sue you...... that's what they said. Suddenly, when we met, that's what the stabbed said. That's all if you just interpret him as tolerant. But he was talking about you the way he knew you. Between you and him...... what do you have?

I will always only return my own voice.

"The other guy didn't sue me better. But that's all, so you'll be suspended... the battle control you put in place at the boarding house is crazy, and your morale is down, Hollor. Maybe it could have caused the war to start... so far, it almost made no sense!? Don't shut up, why don't you do something about it!?

Then he intensifies his tone and yells like he can't sit on his stomach.

"Best of all, what's on my mind is us adult idiots who were optimistic and didn't do anything about it while realizing there was something in your heart... still, I wanted to believe you"

I put my hand on the iron lattice and supported Nene's collapsing body.

"............... I'm sorry I yelled at you. Let's cool each other's heads a little bit."

×

Large video boards installed anywhere near militant festival venues and compartments.

The prototype video communications machines used during the sleepover had been finished to the finished product in the month leading up to Martial Arts Day and had been revealed in conjunction with the event.

This also increased the audience's satisfaction and expectations by making it easier to watch previously difficult matches between forest and abandoned neighborhoods.

"I haven't been able to move as I think. Are you still pulling the rest?"

Three large video versions are installed on the back-to-back at an open location around the ruined neighborhood section.

Distracted by the audience surrounding this, John watched where the Westerners went in their first battle. I still can't run out of doubts and regrets about one blade wound shakedown, but I can't even throw out a militant festival.

So first of all, leave Mute's future to Nene, and he's escorting the Westerian delegate.

"I wish there was something that would change the flow..."

×

Arcadia Knight Martial Arts Festival Day 2 and Match 3.

Destruction battles in ruined neighborhood blocks - Representation wins by rendering opponents incapable of fighting within the time limit.

Some time after the start, the Westerners continued to stand around dull without getting well. It was not possible to take off the parallel line against the imperial representative, who would have been powerfully inferior.

It was the shepherds who didn't get it out, but that was all they could do at the moment.

There are extremely simple psychological factors that have made them so.

"I won't lose, but I won't win. It's not a good idea to drag this stream...... Mr. Holloro, are you okay?

"Sorry. Honestly, I haven't been able to concentrate much"

The conductor, Watrod's escort, was also a hollow who tried to get his feelings in the rear of the unit, but that was still impossible.

His voice, which exposed such a state of mind, sounded like something without shards of hegemony, akin to the shady atmosphere of ruins that spread around him.

"I can't help it. You guys were close."

The Golander, who was on the escort as well, spilled in a comforting condition.

"From Mr. Nacolin.... Running away is not a good idea."

Watrod gets that report from Tihania, who has returned from the front line to communicate the war.

"If she's gonna say it, I'm sure she is."

Watlod, convinced before anyone else, continued his words of persuasion for Holloro.

"Now even if it's bitter, we still have to look forward"

"Yeah...... okay. We have to go."

Fifteen minutes from the start, the game is at the turning point.

With the Watrods joining the front line, the Westerian side begins to stand around in groups.

He is being pushed mentally to force a struggle - he was attempting a hard assault against the other side to cut this flow off. But if only a few thoughts weren't enough, on the contrary, they were completely besieged.

In the middle of a crossroads where two boulevards intersect, we all get back to back.

Individual forces surpassed the Imperial Delegate, and that was that they also had an understanding, so they could not be set up too poorly in such a situation.

Just instead, he was an archer who made him sneak into an abandoned house around the crossroads, and he continued to be attacked like harassment.

"Actually, do we have a heart? I can't believe it. How beautiful..."

"Oh, Django, have you realized that by now?

"Um, we're surrounded..."

"... swallowing"

"Even if it's a combination of Lucenderto and I meet in the finals, it's not like this."

In the guise of nothing, he had a barren conversation with the intention of distracting him.

Arrows that fly on time were beaten off with gain, or avoided and abusive.

If it had been them normally, they would have been able to move forward in this situation as well. It cuts through the breakthrough with its overwhelming speed, if she was there - I can't help but imagine the Westerners.

But now, that unusual exception is in the mix.

This is Lunaquin, a substitute for Mute, who was suspended.

"Heh heh heh, you're a totally clumsy and stupid woman, you... well I get it. I'm not taking your share, either... hahahahahahahahahahahaha -"

She's been an adult since one incident, and she comes here and starts laughing seizurely.

It was creeped out by other delegates, but it didn't look like it would come off. Rather, the voice grew louder and louder, eventually enough to reach the ears of the Imperial Delegates.

She then cut a weir into the border for a moment, but her body jumped out toward her opponent.

"What!? Hey, hey! Mr. Lunaquin!?

Even with Hollow's voice, Lunaquin's ears no longer picked up the sound.

Brilliant vaporization and protruding from the group were targeted by several of the Imperial Delegates. Still, it does not diminish momentum and storms toward the swordsman of the opponent who was in front of it most.

If they stopped that leg, it would be discussed in isolation at the end of the day in no time - understand it or not, there's no sign of her turning her back on her heels.

"He's a fool! What can you do alone!

With just enough belly to stop the movement, the opponent's swordmen, similarly brilliantly vaporized, concentrate on defense.

"Blah, blah, blah, blah. Yeah - Whoa!

Lunaquin hangs his double sword on top of what his opponent has firmly set up. Together, I feel like exude the depression I've been accumulating.

"- Yikes!?

A pair of swords smashing the target's gain reaches the target's body, retaining its power. Its body, bounced by a tremendous shock, broke through the abandoned house, which was ahead of the force, crashing further into the abandoned house to stop the movement.

It was just a powerful blow.

When the Hololos were crossing into neutral countries in fortified accommodation, Lunaquin, who remained in his home country, had the opportunity to receive guidance from Jill along with Solquin.

So when I mastered brilliant vaporization, I was given something. Not a complete mastery, but that was leaping her overall strength.

The depths of a woman feared alongside the Confederate sword saints during the war - "Twelve Spiritual Qi".

By reproducing in the human body the photons of twelve animal spirits that have become spirits over time: rats, cows, c, ravens, dragons, snakes, horses, sheep, monkeys, birds, dogs, pigs, each acquires its own unique ability.

Now Lunaquin showed it was a cow spiritual spirit that transformed the operator's photon into 'weight'.

"Look, I'll do it! My time has come. Ahhh!

Put your two swords back together and bark. Lunaquin got a big shot.

×

"Oh my God... I'm so tired. Was Jill planting it in Lunaquin?"

John was scratching at a game that continued to unfold rapidly among large video boards.

Inspired by Lunaquin, the Westerian delegates breathed back and began a stunning spin that had never been imagined before. The audience, who were getting tired of it, also took the heat once again with their activism.

The game will not take a few minutes after that, and the Imperial delegates will be wiped out and settled.

"Hey, that girl with the honey citrus hair is good"

"Pig rush or straight forward, don't want to support something"

"Is a double sword so strong if it falls into shape?... Hey, what's that kid's name?

"What, you guys don't know? I know. That girl... '

It was a frustrating ending, but the audience continued to twirl for a while to the charm of Lunaquin's blow, which is not often subtracted.

Sometimes, if someone enthusiastic who was coming to support her from the Westerian state screamed her the nickname 'The Riot Bull in the Arena', it instantly spread on a global scale.

"Lunaquin could be a better user than that man to make the world aware of his swords."

The Westerners thus safely entered the Second World War.

It's the culmination of two hundred schools to aim for, but it's dark ahead of Mute's absence, which was huge as a force of war. Now John was just a little more comfortable watching the delegates blow up.