Legend

Training ground behind the guild. So as a member taking the rank-up exam, Ray was similarly facing study participant Spelvia.

Ray's hands have the usual death size. And Spelvia's hand holds a long sword.

"I'm telling you, this is only a mock fight. This is to know each other's strengths, or those of their peers, for the annihilation of the Bandits, the production of the Rank Up Test. Never get too hot."

Ray and Spelvia and everyone on the spot nod at Gran's words.

"Do you have any questions?

Ray raises his voice to Gran asking so.

"Let me ask you something, my style of combat is basically a combination of Ceto and... is that all there is?

"Naturally. If I bring in Griffon to be rank D and rank E, it won't usually be a battle either. Banned. Banned. I'm telling you, it's forbidden to use Griffon even in the annihilation of the Bandits. No matter how much Tame says it's your skill, there's not always a Griffon on your side, is there? This exam is only for you."

"Uh, I guess you won't hear that Tame is my power too..."

Naturally, I sigh a small sigh when I see Gran snorting all the time, then I stand Death Size and face Spelvia.

Even if it is Ray, if you listen to me, I will observe the person without paying any particular attention because it was a prophecy to the extent that I feel lucky.

(... heh)

And once again, opposite Spelvia with his weapon, he unwittingly raises his admiration in his heart.

Because there was a sword in the hall. Of course I can find a lot of gaps compared to Mileyne, who joined me in the Orc Crusade, but still looked more of an arm stand-up user than Allogan, who relied on the offensive power of the Devil's Sword.

Likewise, Spelvia increases her alertness by checking the condition of the death-sized ray.

(I used to call myself a magic warrior... but one way or the other, you're the type with a lot of warrior weight. That's pretty awesome too. Even as we're facing each other like this, I don't see a gap to punch in. But his weapon is that giant sickle. It should be hard to deal with if you jump into your nostalgia beyond being such a long thing. If so!)

"Ha-ha-ha!

As I raise my temper voice, I approach to kick the ground and dive into Ray's nostalgia at the maximum speed I can give myself.

(As long as I raise the first blow, I can put it in my nostalgia. That way you have a winning eye!

Think only for a moment inside, concentrating your consciousness on that giant sickle if you don't identify the first death-size that Ray moves.

"Right here!"

At the moment Spelvia enters Ray's time, he tries to recieve that blow waved by the horizontal giraffe with a long sword...

Take the part of the Death Size blade and try to recieve it...... Spelvia herself is blown away by every long sword that hits the Death Size as it is without recirculating it to the overwhelming weight of the swinging blow.

"Huh!

I fly straight into space nearly 10 meters to the side and try to scrape the soil while bouncing straight to the ground a few times to finally stop that movement.

When it comes to that excess, the training center quiets down to a blow with no extra body or lid.

"Gu, damn... what's the blow now..."

Still, I guess I'll just take the rank-up exam. Spelvia stands up with her sword in her support while fluttering her legs with the current blow, walking toward Ray.

Ray looked at the situation with some surprise.

"Heh, can you still stand after that blow? That's a little unexpected.... you still want to do this?

"Naturally...... so!

Where I tried to use the momentum to try again while losing balance with my bowling legs...

"That's it!

Gran's voice stops Spelvia from moving.

"Examiner, I can still do this."

"With those flirty feet? As I said at the outset, this is only a mock fight to find out the strength of our people who have asked us to get rid of the bandits."

"... ok"

Spelvia exhales a heavy sigh, still dragging her fluttering legs but moving to her original place.

Ray, who saw it, also headed a little further away from Spelvia.

"... hey, was I even dreaming? Someone seemed to have been blown straight to the side."

"No, it's not a dream. It's real. Look, look over there. There are traces of rubbing the ground."

"Right. That sickle itself is huge by the side, so it's convincing that it's quite heavy and destructive. But Ray's that small, or luxurious, how can he be so powerful with that physique anyway? You're lying about Rank E, right?

"Well, I was expecting it"

"Predictions?"

"Oh. Think about it. That guy's taking down Rank B Monster Oak King, huh? That's the normal rank e...... no, rank g at the time. Anyway, there's no way such low-ranking adventurers can defeat Oak King."

"Uh, well, if they do say so... but whatever it looks like, the handling of weapons is first-class, as are physical abilities. Follow the Griffon of Rank A Monster to Omake and use the magic of flames at the same time?... would be quite a force saver if I could get him into the party..."

An adventurer with a sword whines unexpectedly as he looks at Ray.

But an adventurer with a spear shakes his neck to the side.

"I'm pretty sure it's a first-class product if you look at it just because of its power, but that's why I'm talking about a pretty strong ac"

"Strong ac?

"Oh. A typical example is the first day of Alliance registration when you rubbed it with your eagle claws."

"If you say so..."

"You may be a good fighter, but you're the type of guy who doesn't obey the orders of a party leader unless you're comfortable with it."

While listening to such a conversation, Gran, who was at the scene where he rubbed the eagle's claws, opens his mouth again.

"Next, Allogan and Cullot. Step forward."

"Shit, you're a woman."

"Hey, what is it because you're a woman! Don't look too sweet, do you? Even if I look like this, I have the strength to take a rank-up exam."

Cullot biting into a bossly squeaky alogan. Gran sighs looking at those two as if they were frightened.

"Allogan, what an adventurer needs is strength. It's not gender. Cullot, you too. It seems to have been eaten and hung by Ray in the conference room, but if you want to act as a Rank D Adventurer at all, that lack of coordination is a problem."

"... hmm"

"I'm sorry."

Alogan laughs at Gran's opinion with his nose, and Cullott honestly apologizes. That's how Cullot, with his dagger and alogan with his demon sword, faces each other in front of everyone.

"As I told Spelvia, this simulation is meant to confirm each other's power. Don't get too hot though.... Begin!

Along with the start signal, Cullot moves forward with a quick, bandit-specific body twist.

To intercept it, Arogan also draws his demon sword out of his sheath.

Before the start of the simulation, he was an alogan who behaved like he made fun of Cullot, but there is no alarm in his eyes. No, I was rather observing Cullot's behavior with a serious look on his face.

"Ha!

Curot, who had heard at the time of his introduction that it was a fairly high level demon sword that Allogan had, hung up the battle before the power of that sword was exerted.... No, I tried to hang up.

The tip of a dagger protruded, along with a sharp scream. If Cullot's aim was correct, Allogan would have been able to deal with it without being stuck at the tip of his neck.

But in fact, there's no sign of Allogan in front of the protruding sword tip. Did you read Cullot's aim, or was it an intuitive decision? Sharply kicking the ground and jumping backwards, Alogan kicks the ground again the next moment Cullot's attack comes off and circles to the side of Cullot to poke the devil's sword at its neck muscle.

Unexpectedly a cockroach and breathtaking culot with close eyes on its glossy black sashimi poked against the neck muscle.

"That's it. Winner, Alogan!

Gran's voice echoed around him, and when he heard it, Allogan put the demon sword away from Cullot's neck and into the sheath.

Cullot, whose confidence in himself was broken in a way that could be described as instantaneous killing, returns to next to Scola, looking as if he had pushed his remorse to death.

It was an alogan who tried to chase after it, but Gran spoke to its back.

"Is the power of the Devil's Sword more physically capable?

"Well, that's the place"

"Well, then I guess I should undo what I just said. You can tell me you've used enough of that demon sword."

"... but he kicked me in the ass"

Pottori, and Alogan squirming just in his mouth watching Ray.

Battle of Ray and Arogan a few days ago. Even though I challenged him by strengthening my physical abilities with the power of the Devil's Sword, I lost humiliating ways of being lightly played with my weapon. And the battle beat the heart of Alogan, who was confident in his power and even proud, just wondering if this was still the case. Yes, that's like a culot at the end of one's gaze, for example.

"He's out of standard for being in Rank E in the first place, so I don't think you need to worry about that much.... Well, fine. Go back."

Even if I turn my gaze towards Ray only for a moment on Gran's words, I immediately stray from that gaze and return to where I was.

And while dropping off such an alogan's back, two adventurers with swords and spears discuss their thoughts on the battle now.

"What do you think of the battle now?

"Um, right. Why don't you just do it now? Is that lady a bandit in the first place? Then it would be unscrupulous to deal with that boy who is a warrior from the front. Even I have a demon sword."

"Well. Warriors have a job to fight, but bandits can't help scouting, disarming traps or setting them up the other way, because that's the main thing."

"But if that face passes the rank-up exam, it's probably the bandit over there who's highly solicited."

"Oh."

Warriors and bandits. Overwhelmingly more warriors are among those who sign up for the Alliance, and bandits have fewer of them.

In any case, bandits are jobs that require a lot more professional skill than warriors. And for that matter, unlike the warriors active in combat, there are few opportunities to see the day. As a result, few adventurers aspire to banditry, and even if they are not wizards, they are rare.

"Well, then it's your last mock fight next. It's Scola and Firma. Step forward. Oh, and Firma's gonna fight purely magic, not a bow this time."

"I'll do my best"

"Spirit magic only?... Well, I can't help it."

Scola and Firma move forward in front of everyone in Gran's voice. Scola put her best will for victory in that simple face. Firma placed the bow and arrow in his hand on the ground, barely changing his expression.

It was two people facing each other in that state, but Scola opens her mouth before Gran signals the start.

"Hey. I'm talking about using spiritual magic, do you want a magical activator?

Scola looks at the wand she has and speaks to Firma.

To that Scola's words, Firma nods with a small grin.

"Yeah, we don't need an activator like you to use spiritual magic. As long as we can communicate with the Spirit and be friends, we'll have no problem."

"Heh, that's convenient. Nice... can we use it too?

"I don't know. It might be possible to see the Spirit, listen to him, and be friends."

"That's it for the chatter. Let me tell you something, this is a mock fight to check each other's strengths, so don't get hotter than you need to.... Okay, here we go!

At the same time that Gran's signal is given, Scola begins to cast a spell with her wand directed towards Firma.

Similarly Firma also calls to the Spirit, his own friend.

"Wind, turn it into an invisible arrow and stick it in front of you."

Scola's spell falsifies the world and creates an invisible arrow in front of it.

"Wind Arrow!

A few arrows unleashed at the same time that the magic is complete. It strikes Firma as an arrow that doesn't look like it was in the spell. But...

"Spirit of the wind, defense please"

To its short words emanating from Firma's mouth, the Spirit of the Wind responds by creating a barrier of wind around Firma.

Wind Arrow puts on the wind barrier by increasing velocity all the way through that barrier, but after a few seconds of antagonism, what won was the wind barrier that remained after Wind Arrow smashed and scattered.

"Spirit of the earth, break under his feet"

The wind barrier disappears or no, the fielder opens his mouth again. It's not the Spirit of the Wind, it's the voice that calls to the Spirit of the earth.

"Huh!"

Hearing the voice, Scola flies away from the scene in an aggressive manner. Then, at the next moment, the ground would sink a few centimeters as if it had been a pit in Scola's place until then.

As he sees it, he casts a spell at Firma with the wand he had again in the place where he jumped away.

"Water, turn it into a whip and strike my enemy!

The spell causes water to gather at Scola's disposal and turn it into a whip.

"Waterwhip!"

The completion of the spell will cause the whipped water to shake up... and keep it shaking down!

But Firma dodges that whip blow with her elf-specific light bodily appearance and moves forward to narrow her distance from Scola.

"Spirit of the wind, Spirit of the earth. admonition to him. '

"... Huh?

It was Scola who tried to wave down a whip of water toward Firma, which approached her, but when she realized, soil wrapped around her feet, and at the same time, the body noticed that the wind was wrapped around her and she was unable to move.

And the moment I decided it was awkward as it was and tried to do something about the dirt and wind that was stopping me from moving myself. There was already a figure of Firma in front of him, with his palms pointed towards Scola.

"That's it! Winner Fieldma!"

At the same time, Gran's voice echoed into the training ground, and all the mock warfare was over.