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

Republic of Eizeon, Northeast Region and Province of Halzeria.

It was the smallest state in the country, known for having the Hulzerian Great Forest, which would become a border with federal territory.

There was no less buzz and logistics than the Silphiline, as it was a path used in ancient times to cross borders.

But when the massization of traffic called Feilong flights turned into a world dominated by long-distance means of travel, the decline in the number of visitors to the province of Halzeria, and hence the depopulation, also inevitably declined.

Only when did the state stop growing and eventually was left out of time.

"Here... as rumors have it, you're landscaping like an abandoned village"

Four days by air and land from Draciera in the southern region.

Utsuro visited a small town set up along the Great Halzerian Forest.

The name of the town is Noacest. The population is less than two thousand, and the majority of the townspeople live a self-sufficient life, and if they are single, it is not difficult to live without working - he realized from the atmosphere on the ground, having been looking into the local situation in advance.

I was under the impression that it would be peaceful and safe from the town, which I would see in the sunshine a little after noon.

"A stopped town of the times is a good word."

Remaining on his arriving leg, Utsuro heads to a certain house.

The roads lined houses with hardened wooden foundations with refined soil.

Seen here, the currency was barely functioning, and the townspeople were based on bartering meat and vegetables obtained in hunting and growing.

When I asked, I found out that I invited merchants, doctors, pharmacists, teachers, etc. from the city about a few times a month to buy all the modern products, treat injuries and illnesses, and let my children study.

"They're still working as a town. If Feilong flights become unusable, land routes will be necessary... Is it convenient to leave them as a town, albeit in decline?"

Unforeseen events are also more likely to occur than the use of organisms for means of movement. Being totally dependent is something that comes off. This town is left because of such considerations in case.

"Mr. Hollomew doesn't earn much... has the family moved here for economic reasons? No, it doesn't seem like there's much trouble living."

Soon I will organize the information I gathered beforehand in front of the desired house once and for all.

"Whatever it is, I don't know I won't try to see you. There's a Bureau member somewhere in town, as monitoring external contacts... Well, how'd you get in? Is that still it?

In the guise of a normal young man from standing and behaving from the start, Utsuro knocked on the door of its doorway.

The location of a boy named Holloro-Fiodiante, the mysterious, seemingly qualified man, who had broken into the general headquarters facility of the Authority and obtained it in secret, was precisely this house.

"Yes, sir. Which one of you early in the morning, huh?

I can be greeted with a slightly drowsy appearance by a bearded man who I think is close to forty.

When it's already past noon and he's dressed in his bedroom, he decides that he's definitely the master of the house - Utsuro, who made a loving look, told him so openly.

He was acting without hesitation or condolence.

"Nice to meet you, Dad... I missed you"

".................. Huh?

Face to face, sweat on cheeks, and a man ceases to speak.

"You, who were the customers? No, it's quiet, but... oh, you're unfamiliar here, aren't you?

A woman, who I think is the man's wife, comes to see how things are going from the back of the house to the front door. Utsuro told her to perform the same act, letting her peek into her face wonderfully over her stiff husband's shoulder.

"Nice to meet you. I'm your father's hidden son."

"…… you. Hey."

A woman grabbed the man's shoulder, calling out in an angry voice.

There was a chirp and a noise.

Time hasn't passed yet.

A strong iron fist struck Salia, wife of the Fiodiante family, and her husband, Holomeu, bled his nose - first and foremost that we should talk about the situation, and that's why a place was set up.

The right to partition this was reserved in the hands of nature and his wife.

One house, with four rooms of some size, has a kitchen, a water room, a toilet or storage, and a number of dishes are cluttered.

It seems slightly overflowing with a sense of life, but as for the general family living in the world, it could not be considered mediocre at all.

It's a place where beings live enough to be watched, but it doesn't look special.

"It's called Wedal."

He was put through the living room and confronted Mr. and Mrs. Fiodiante by pinching a small desk. Utsuro was the first to name it. The reply is not from Holomeu, who freaks out and trembles, but from Salia, who runs her eyes blood and smiles.

The voice seemed slightly too dominant for a woman.

"... Wedal,? What about your mother?

"My mother... in an accident at an early age - asked about my father in her lifetime. Until recently, I had been given protection by the church, but I was also old enough to be independent, so I thought I'd look for my father. So here we are today, finally seeing each other..."

With a real act of tearing down large grains, Utsuro let him talk.

"Chi, by the way, what's your mother's name?

Horrible, asked Holomeu in a polite tone.

"It's Jennifer. But my mother told me you wouldn't remember. Because he said that everything was overnight and that his father was terribly drunk at the time. Remember your mother better because her father has a rare name..."

"Sorry, how old are you now?

"I'm eighteen years old"

The real age was twenty-two, but Utsuro replied so.

Originally, this method of incorporation was based on Holomeu's extensive female history. A background check on the Fiodiantes revealed that this was natural.

Some more rumors are anecdotal that he hassled around five women's houses overnight? I hear there are some.

Because about twenty years before the man, it was just like that...

"Well, isn't it perfect for the times you were playing around? As good as when we got married, huh?

"............ what, a lie, seriously? I don't remember at all."

Nothing you do not remember is a bright red lie. But if we had a completely undeniable adolescence, Holomeu would no longer have to be in suspicion of behavior either. There is no alternative to further sanctions from my wife.

Though only slightly guilty, Utsuro was smiling at the couple.

And that's when it happened.

"Hey, Mr. Fiodiante! You must be here!?

The sound of a continuous knocking on the door of the house was heard with a thorny voice.

A couple who remember that damned voice turn to the front door looking like they've guessed something that's already required. Shortly before, the sigh of "Did I do it again" was spilling small from Holomeu's mouth.

With half a peek in his face from the entrance to and exit from the living room, Utsuro took a static look at the front door, which was also visible from there.

"Yes, sir. What is it today?

The doorway opens with a troublesome smell and Holomeu greets the visitors.

At the end of the door, a dressed standing woman stood with an outraged face. By his side, a boy who I thought was the son of a woman tended to lean over.

The boy's body was scratched and his cheeks swollen all the way to his face - a woman pulled her son's hand and made him stand to show it to the couple.

"Come on, man! Look at this wound, your child is waging violence again! Every time there's a school every time it's just our son...... what the hell kind of education are you giving?!?

"... Oh, did I? I'm really sorry for the inconvenience. No, if nothing, I think she's the one who's not supposed to behave like violence..."

The couple apologizes to the woman who breathes.

'If you can't raise more or less one child properly, just go somewhere! Don't worry, you can't send our kid to school! Do you know what I mean? Yep!?

For a moment when he was told off, Salia, who was silently bowing her head, held her fist with a murderous temper. However, that iron fist would never stick out. It was quiet wrapped in Holomeu's hands at the woman's blind spot.

"I'll let you be careful, would you forgive me? Mrs. Mayor."

"I'm utterly angry... so this is why the city is out -"

A woman pulled her son's hand and turned her heel back. The couple dropped off with their heads bowed until they couldn't see that back. The two remaining expressions were full of fatigue.

Even though I can smile all the time, the sunken air is not going to fall out for a while. There was such an atmosphere.

"Who was earlier, may I ask?

Asked the couple returning to the guest room, Utsuro in an unchanged manner.

"I'm bored. You showed me something. That's the mayor's wife, in short, a pretty great guy in this town. Somehow the son doesn't like my son. I want you to punish me this time..."

Hollomew, who answered, goes on to return to the story from there.

"So, uh, Wedal, is that you? Okay. It's the seed I'm in, and you want to live with it?

"... Are you sure?

I felt too light a word.

I was unconsciously frightened while keeping it false for myself - when I could hang it from Salia, who misunderstood how it looked, to words that would be intimate, Utsuro was also unwilling to ascertain its sincerity.

"It's okay. Be our oldest son. You've been hard because of this fool for a long time...... ugh"

Salia's right hand, who wept, was moved by some other will, but had beaten her husband many times.

"... thank you"

We have more new families - brothers and sisters who don't know that yet are back.

A boy with blue hair with a sad face and a girl with blue hair that won't stop crying.

There are no visible scratches on the two bodies, but the clothes are as dirty as they were soiled. The little body of his brother standing on the doorstep was in a position to cover his sister from his parents.

It's speculative that brothers and sisters will come home that way, and the couple won't be surprised.

"Hololo. Urara. Welcome back."

"... have you done it again?

There was no reply to the soft greeting, and the circumstances to be talked about preceded it.

"Because Urara was taking things... that's all I remember"

"Oh. Did you do it this time? Well, no... come on in the bath anyway"

Hollomew, who dropped his shoulder disappointingly, crouches by his brothers and sisters who turn away.

"Oh, my God, no! It's not terrible!

"Yes, sir. All right, all right. I know exactly what you mean."

Urara summons her slippery tongue vaguely, and Salia flashes it.

At this time, Utsuro secretly remembered the war. An ordinary boy in a family circle - convinced by touching with complete sensation the signs of Holloro-Fiodiante that the Administration would even put on surveillance. I had to.

Behind that little body, I felt an enormous sign I'd never felt before.

I have double, no, triple. This is the only person who has ever lived in a photon. Is this...?

The word 'qualifier' comes to mind in an underground material vault. If we thought that there were five more people who were similar to it, it was somewhat chilling that we didn't know what the Authority was after.

I was right to come. Holloro-Fiodiante, who are you...?