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

July 6.

I was hit by light rain this morning and had an empty pattern that seemed to strengthen my rain legs so much in the afternoon.

"What are you doing, you sloppy bastards! Don't move, don't take your hands off me!

A fifth training had taken place since Boffow became a teacher. Always in the arena, his anger echoed

. There was also an expression of dissatisfaction on the part of the students, working on training as they were told.

"I don't know, you can't watch..."

"Hmmm... can the students crush that..."

Nene creases between her eyebrows as she craves her students for a break. John shrugged his voice down so that he could get in tune.

The first thing Boffow did during his training was divide the students into triplets and make them immutable.

"Ni vs. One simulated battle using wooden swords, taking turns for each role in sufficient order"

It was to train. When he developed his conclusion on the first day that "competing with equal force would not improve," the students also accepted this as a senior knight policy.

In fact, however, it was only something different from what was expected: that one person could be unilaterally hurt.

If you care about your opponent at times and relieve him, each time an anger flies. If you disobey, you will be slapped in the face and forced. Such training has been repeated over the past few days.

To the students, the limits were already near.

Hufu Boffow glanced at the female student, who was struck with a wooden sword and remained nodded at.

"... you there, what have you been doing since just now!

Turn the strong side into a rugged shape and step over the mud in the exercise area in a bumpy fashion. It was clear to everyone's eyes that they were not going to labor that girl student.

"Stand up!

"... Teacher, I can't do this anymore... I can't keep up... even my feet are gone..."

The female student's voice was trembling with whimpering. Like a broken heart, there's no sign you can stand up.

"You guys are photon capable, you have more photons than people, injuries of fracture or so would be curable soon!? Fight no, what are you in this place for!? Can't you just heal and stand up right now!

'No, I don't... I'm not like this anymore...'

The female student picked up the wooden sword she was dropping and Boffow shook it.

"The weak are going to be knights with that!?

If you can't shrivel to overwhelming terror and move, any of the students will just wait for that time.

However, the moments that made me want to keep my eyes open never came.

"Well well...... can you be a little more lazy?

Soon, the students' eyes showed John grabbing Boffow's arm and not letting him go.

"... Instructor John, what imitation is this?

How long have you been here, no, how did you get close...?

There should have been no alarm, in the first place, this is not a sense of distance about alarm......

Looking back at last minute memories, there was such a consciousness in Boffow. So when he understood the upset inside, he was unconsciously making a laugh and asking John. Like the students, he didn't notice at all until he grabbed his arm.

"The sun is shallow, but for once... I am also a teacher who takes this opportunity. I don't have a place for a student who gets hurt."

John let go of the hand he grabbed, guessing he'd lost his temper to wave down the wooden sword.

Even after coming here, he kept smiling tenderly.

I unintentionally interrupted, but am I doing the right thing by fulfilling...

Thanks now, I'm not going to feel like abandoning you...

What would a gentle knight think, like me now......

If so, will you fulfill and work for me......

I turned my mind around not showing it to my temper, and now it remains so overwhelming.

"... you're a selfish man. You said you were in a position, but then what happens to my position? I'm interrupting your training right now, aren't I?

"Yet the sword Lord Boffow tried to shake did not appear to be meant to teach"

"Ho, you mean you know my sword?

"Me too... I can handle some swords..."

Boffow gradually lost his expression from the middle of the conversation, and by the time he could lose it, he thought of trying it, and John slashed him with a wooden sword.

Cage photons in everything - "Cage Qi" allows the wooden sword to exert an unusual power to stop inches.

The atmosphere was violently bounced around a wooden sword aimed at the side head, scattered with rain falling down and water hoarding at his feet.

It was a blow that would definitely kill you if you didn't hit people wrong.

"No, you're a brilliant swordsman."

John did not make it slight, but, as he could afford to say, returned an exclamation.

Nothing. That wasn't a void or anything, let alone a failure to react. It was only because I had perceived that there was no hostility in the wooden sword of Boffow but to strike out.

"... I hear you're not lying."

Either that or it was Boffow who said so.

The strange feeling that had arisen behind John's chest since his meeting became clear at this time.

I am younger than myself, my body is smaller at a time, I have an enlightened attitude - I can feel the presence of such a man clearly outweighing my own - it was due to such discomfort.

Whether out of curiosity about wanting to compare yourself to the other person, or out of a denial of a feeling inferior to the other person, the desire happened to grow, triggered by the provocation and intimidation of just a few lighthearted feelings.

"Seems we disagree with each other...... then instructor john, why don't we black-and-white this place with a sword like a man?

"Is it a sword...... is there any other way to calm down?

To Boffow's suggestion, John reluctantly smiled slightly.

"Teacher John, we are the people who teach swords to the children here. So to speak, a person who teaches children how to kill people. It will also do everything possible to kill on the battlefield in the future, children with the ability to be tortured - and perhaps one of our policies will change that life and death. That's all that matters, you deserve a sword, don't you?

"I am aware of that. If you ask, some kids used to be on the battlefield in fourteen or five... but even if you don't learn anything from their temper or readiness, these kids will have the education they deserve, right? I think it's true these days that the harsh education of the day won't always work today."

"... you think that's what this dependency is all about?

"What happens when you give the sword to the unwilling, have you not also seen Lord Boffow? Hard, painful, painful, heartbreaking children in training for that reason, who don't have the will to just support it... if you're going to be on the battlefield in the future, you're just going to die off the road with the soldiers you led. This is a time of truce, can we not be knights of anything, but also be active in a place of discussion?

"Tell you what... most people, though children, are not conscious enough"

On that word ass, I get a glimpse from Boffow.

In the tense air, the students were frightened, as were the contents of the conversation they had been hearing.

- To your lords, what is a knight?

Behind their brains, John's words were recalled.

What is the reason why we were not taught the sword and what is the point of our being here......

What should we do if we are not knights….

Think about them and think about how you've ever waved a wooden sword without thinking about it. The faces of the students turning away from the two were uniformly cloudy.

At that time, Boffow continued, "But..."

"Discussion is inadmissible. Because without the sword, this time is impossible... two hundred years after the war between the Federation and the Empire. The world is in seventy years of peace, but this is just a miraculously prolonged tentative of a truce. Even now, on the great border, the knights of the two forces stare at each other, holding their swords as to whether they will give us a single leaf of tree, showing strong hostility to each other. The knight hasn't sat at the table of discussion yet. As long as we don't settle this war, we have to decide with our swords in the end."

As the conversation grew, John thought to turn down the suggestion.

Unless there was a settlement between the Federation and the Empire - and if I heard that word, as a generation that lived in a time of war, I would have felt more or less responsible for having led to an era of unstable ceasefire.

"That's... yes, maybe it is..."

I guess this should be accepted if the present generation really wants it......

What kind of a knight does Holloro aspire to be......

Neither a gentle heart to speak of nor a belief to pierce seems to me to hold up enough yet......

It was a pleasant thing for me to discuss with Shura to solve the problem...

Let yourself be included in the lopsided smile, and John agrees, "Fine."

Just when the rain legs were about to strengthen.

"You win if you take one first."

"I got it."

The more inside the exercise area, the two confronted each other with wooden swords in their hands.

The longer time taken is about forty medas on the bill. Whereas Boffow sets the tip of his sword against his opponent, when it comes to John, he doesn't stand by himself.

By Nene, who took on the witness, the start of the match has already been declared, but we still do not move in silence with each other.

The scene, where the students quieted back into tension, gave the impression that only the rain was resounding obstinately.

Eventually, that kind of time came to an end.

Boffow's roar woods the school building.

Work out a photon - "Qi practice" led to a photon that degenerated as a high density of life energy, becoming a blue and white light that overflowed his body, enveloping him to flow violently through his entire body.

Photon, a very fine particle, visualizes vividly in vitro enough to practise.

The power that is considered a prerequisite for advanced knights - 'brilliant vaporization', in the end, only made Photon highly dense. The effect is still only to improve the physical ability of the owner.

However, Photon, a senior knight so dense as to visualize, exerts a power that is not comparable to that of a knight chief.

"You see, this brilliant light overflowing from me reveals my existence! How much difference does it make between a senior knight and a chief knight from now on..."

"Why don't you leave that alone? Stand still and get hit by the rain because I don't feel good"

"Don't regret it!

Boffow progresses in a forward leaning mood.

The atmosphere, which touched his brilliance, was pushed hard. The mud, which was so strongly trampled upon that the ground rang, dispersed in majesty. There is even greater force than the impending fierce carnivore.

"This could be a good opportunity, let's try how much I was..."

John stays natural and begins to practice.

I seriously went to make sure how much power I once had. When it was released out of the body as brilliant, it was just before Boffow slashed it.

There is a lot of blue and white light everywhere you hide your surroundings.

Pushing around John spread, the rain noise that should have been interrupted. All is the effect of the immense amount of photon running overflowing from the body.

His brilliance had been activated, hosting a power not comparable to that of Boffow's, roughly.

Whoa, this isn't going to work, if you add or subtract it, there's going to be a dead man...

I gave up discussing it, but it's not a game I took on if I was dead the other guy......

If John became aware of the magnitude of his power, he next thought of refraining from using the wooden sword.

"Hey what...!?

Quietly attach the open hand to the blinded and frightened bosom.

pushed lightly, was meant to, but John knew from the results that it was not enough.

As he jumped and rolled many times on the ground, Boffow's giant was blowing away with fierce momentum until the end of the far field. Still, the power exerted would be extremely small if the percentages were taken into account.

"... somehow, you seem to be alive"

My body still seems to be dull, I accidentally force myself......

I'll have to practice getting my mind back for a while......

Otherwise, one day I might accidentally kill people......

Walked up to Boffow to see if he was cheap, and John flashed to his immaturity. And as he dropped his gaze on the wooden sword in his hand, he peered into the weak face of Boffow, who turned his eyes.

Let it not have been deliberate, I could not have told you before this result.

"Sorry... you didn't wear black and white with your sword"