In the quiet morning, the warm sunshine shines on the silver-white pavilion... That is the swordsmanship academy of Dias...
"200.201.202.203...." A silver-haired boy vigorously waved the sword in his hand. It was a dull, rusty sword...
"300... Phew, it's finally over... The next door is about to start!" A look of helplessness suddenly appeared on the sunny boy's face...
"Serles!! You idiot, you idiot!!! Why don't you get up with me!~!!~~" The middle-aged woman's high-pitched voice was really unbearable, and her eardrums felt like they were bursting... That's what Seres thinks now...