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

December 20th. Ten days after the start of the martial arts festival.

The tournament, which takes place on a tournament basis, will see hundreds of schools out of two hundred knight training schools win Game One, fifty schools win Game Two, and from this day on, Game Three.

As the number of schools narrows, the level of strength of the representative athletes gradually increases, and the audience's voice becomes remarkably enthusiastic.

"Teacher Gilvim, it's WW3. WW3! If you win this, you'll be in the top 25 schools!

'Thanks to the instructor. I didn't think I could make it this far. "

'Thank you so, so much!

Surrounded by students who withheld World War III in the afternoon, they hear a voice of joy early in the arrow succession.

"Dude, we're going to... Come on. I'm here for you."

Gilvim laughed bitterly, not having time to answer one by one. The area was busy enough to be busy and still didn't feel depressed. I couldn't help but think of their smiles as adorable than that.

'Wow, Westeria is winning too... it's annoying'

"You just stabbed the instructor, didn't you? I wish I had stopped appearing in every country... what did the instructor allow me to do? It was done that way. '

Look at the published Combination Table and the students throw up curse words.

"Well... just worry about the game more than about me. We're almost at the game. Come on, come on."

Create a teasing smile and send the students out bright.

Behind those expressions, Gilvim was filled with sad emotions.

In the back of his brain he remembered what happened a few years ago and the girl who stabbed herself ten days ago. I even remembered my unspoken anger at myself for forgetting what I thought I would always forget.

Until today, too. I have to face that kid...

Eventually the game of my own students begins. Having seen that in a large video version, he never continued to watch the game from then until the end.

Head to where you should be heading. To meet the girl you should meet...

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Nene, who brought a desk and chair into the dungeon, was to spend most of the day in front of the cage.

Apart from eating, of course, I spent the same amount of time as I tried to mute, except reading newspapers where the results of the militant festival were published, making other loving public stories, fixing makeup, and sitting around distracting myself from excretion.

It was time to prepare sleeping bags and other outdoor supplies, and I also had the idea of staying here.

"Ah, Westerly seems to be winning well"

It broke my heart to deal with a loose shell that still didn't speak and didn't eat at all.

I also cared that I got emotional without grasping the circumstances.

If that was the cause of the silence, I was going to apologize as much as I could, but it was extra painful because I just couldn't feel it.

The time I didn't try to find out what the cause was, what the motive was, itched my teeth.

"... Gilvim-Edelturk"

The name I said to try out invited a slight mute reaction.

When participating in the militant festival, Nene read the list of participants to be submitted by the leaders of the delegates to the management of the tournament - looking for a column with that name from the material he had asked to deliver to an acquaintance in the Bureau.

"Instructor, Imperial Foudenlime Territory and Morgarin Knight Training College, former Imperial Military. He belongs to the White Saints and First Knights, and his rank is Knights Leader. Since assuming his duties as a teacher five years ago, he has produced many outstanding representative students..."

Reading through a glimmer of background, Nene continued sighing.

"I don't know...... speaking of White Saints and First Knights captains, it's a faster class to count from above. I don't see anyone like this and why you know each other at all from this material"

After listening and pinching for a little while, the mute finally broke the silence.

That floating smile and spilled voice had a feeling of emptiness that was not emotional.

"............... do you know him? Yes, I know that man very well"

Glad to hear there was a response, Nene pondered the implications of the answer.

You know him well? I had so much opportunity to make contact with the human beings of the Empire...

If Mr. Mute lived in a neutral country, he might have a record with the administration...

"You said you lived in a neutral country..."

I asked a question that would lead to a clue, just then.

Nene was irritated by the inexplicable killer.

Turn your face reflexively and focus on someone who will be there. A secret with a creepy mask subsided in his sight, standing at the top of a staircase in a dungeon.

Judging by the information in her head, she was surprised that it might not be the mastermind of the recent high-ranking official raid.

"According to the information, the mastermind is on the run. According to the statements of fellow thieves, their common name is Utsuro..."

"... Administration, Special Intelligence Agent Nene-Velvetta, directly under the authority of the Right Head"

I took out the short knife I had been sneaking, and Utsuro whined on the back of the mask.

I know my qualities. For the security outside was defeated, was the aim me, or...?

Even in this situation we glimpse an indifferent mute, thinking but not coming together due to lack of information. Which way to go, he kicks his desk and chair into the corner, and Nene pulls out the long sword he was carrying from caution and takes a critical stance.

"Are you... No, what's the purpose?

"You don't need to know"

Attempting to secure the opponent's restraint, Nene activated the divine speed circuit.

He was wary of his ability to make a successful massacre and escape in the presence of a handful of escorts. Not surprisingly, I had such a strong feeling that it would be payback if I didn't hit it with all my strength.

"Then… in the authority of the Authority, I will bind you!

A pale, flickering, brilliant utter leaps through the passageway as the wind leaps into the trail.

In response to a spike attack launched from the front toward him, Nene twists and avoids the body on the brink, while accelerating it by a divine speed circuit.

The crossed wall, the ceiling directly above the opponent and kicked forward, landing on the side of the opponent, still in a poking position, slashing it shallow.

For a moment late, the opponent changes the orientation of his body in an attempt to fit him with a short knife.

Making it look like she was going to swing through the long sword like this, she stopped and didn't swing through the long sword along the way. Only because I felt signs that this blow would be prevented at the stage of landing on the opponent's side.

Sure, I'll put a stop to it here......!

Accelerated further, she turned to the opposite side again, several times faster with the same procedure as earlier. And now it's time to swing through the long sword with the sharpness it deserves for its speed.

Before the best divine speed of the Authority, the opponent's movements are stitched in time.

A series of counterattacks were rolled out while blinking. There, even skilled knights showed speed enough not to allow visibility - but the blow slashed and tore the sky apart.

"I see, that's a rumor. God speed."

"... Huh?

The long sword slips through the body of the utter. The way it should be in the front is behind it at some point.

As if the other person had been there since the beginning. Nene strengthens his body to momentary events. Once again, he reaches divine speed and puts his strength on his feet trying to escape from his opponent, but he can't make it.

I was not alarmed or chronic. With all my might, it didn't work.

"But they were bad."

As soon as he was pushed his hand against his back by Utsuro, Nene became powerless in his body.

He collapses sequentially from his knees, attacked by an upright difficulty of fatigue. If I can't even speak, I won't be able to move one finger. When I thought of my eyelids, which suddenly began to get heavy, I assumed it was only a matter of time before my consciousness continued.

Why, my body doesn't move. What happened...?

"It's temporary. I'm not going to die."

Utsuro with a short knife stands by the cage where the mutt is and continues.

"Mute-Schhalv, huh? Come with me. I'll make you meet your parents' revenge."

Parental Vengeance......?

No way are you - no, don't go......!?

Raise the face that was leaning down and stir the eyes that were shading.

Nene was deeply desperate about the mute he saw as his eyelids fell.