Legend

Rays came to the garden in the Cisne family mansion to see how much arm Basrello had. What those Rays saw was Seto collecting dead branches for some reason.

"Uh, Doctor. What's going on with this?

Basrello asks Ray unexpectedly, but Ray doesn't have the words to answer the question clearly.

Therefore, while he sighed somewhere, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, I've never heard of Griffon having the habit of collecting dead trees. I don't think you're saying it's nesting... well, you're probably right because it was just somehow out of the way"

"Gru."

You're right, Seto, who just rattles his throat.

There is no other reason why I bothered to collect in one place the larger dead trees that were actually scattered in the backyard, purely because they were in the way of falling asleep. Of course, Ceto, a griffon, doesn't have a soft body enough to be scratched by dead branches, but that doesn't change the fact that dead branches are in the way when you're sleeping on the ground. Therefore, I was right to clean up the dead trees for comfort.

Most of all, it's not strange to be inclined to the neck at a time when you can fall asleep and be comfortable outside when it's snowing.

"Uh... the dead tree big enough to get in the way of exercising seems fortunate that Seto cleaned it up. Suppose we start taking it anyway? Basrello, are you ready?

"Ah, yes!

Basrello snorts vigorously at Ray's words as he falls asleep beside the dead trees he collects and is blinded by Seto, who is gazing at the Rays.

"Asier, it's cold for you to stay here. You can go back inside the mansion. Because if you get hurt, I'll call you."

"No. It's your training, son, so let me watch you"

It was an assistant who was creating an atmosphere that I found out about somewhere, but I recruit Ray's words in such a way that he wouldn't take a step back.

"But me and Basrello are going to be moving around in mock warfare, but you're not going to be either, are you? Don't your body get cold and catch a cold when you watch it in silence? If that happens, I think it's the Basleros who are in trouble. You're the only maid in this mansion."

"Well, that's true... but..."

Asier looking to Basrello looking worried somewhere. Anyway, all I've ever done is train to fight on my own. It's the first combat training I've learned from people, so I thought I'd want to watch it, and most importantly, I'd need my healing magic right away when I got hurt.

But Basrello, the key, shook his head small and spoke to Asier.

"Asier, I'm fine, so go back inside the mansion. Doctor's right, if Asier catches a cold, it's gonna be a lot of trouble."

Asier, who is alone in receiving the kind of chores of the Baron Sisne family. If Ray or Basrello had caught a cold, it would certainly have been a big deal in many ways.

Asier himself must have realized that in Basrello's words. He bows his head toward Ray without having to say anything more while giving him some unfortunate look.

"Now, if you'll excuse me for this. Regards, Mr. Ray, about your boy. Call me as soon as you get hurt. Wherever you are, I'll rush."

"Okay."

Seeing Ray snort firmly, Asier still returns to the mansion, even as he looks toward Basrello several times worried.

"You're loved."

Ray tells him with a grin at Basrello as he drops that back off.

Basrello, who took it, grins and nods this one too. Although the grin should have been described as a somewhat illuminating grin.

"Asier is a maid who's past our house.... As far as I'm concerned, I want you to seek my happiness."

That's how I spin words I don't look like I'm 10.

"Right. But if you're stronger than you are now, you won't have to worry about getting hurt.... Now, let's get this over with. You ready to go?

"... Yikes!

Reply loudly to Ray's words and pull out the long sword that was lowering to his waist.

Even the longest sword, that's a long sword for Basrello. Try being a normal adventurer, something like a middle sword.

Watching as he does that, Ray takes his weapon out of Mystering. However, it is not the Death Size that has come out of it that has already become a weapon that can also be called the symbol of Ray, nor is it the spear of a deep green tsu, or the dagger of running water, where all the patterns and the tips of the ears are buried with blue jewels in the sheath. It was an iron spear that Ray had previously seized from the bandits during a rank-up exam.

"... I hear the teacher uses a sickle that is longer than his height."

Basrello looking at that spear and whining slightly offended him.

I couldn't help it because if I tried Basrello, it would look obviously out of hand.

"Right. I do usually use Death Size, but unfortunately I don't mind this spear right now. In the first place, this arrangement is to see how strong you are. Then this iron spear will suffice."

"Mm..."

And listening to Ray, Basrello tides his cheeks with anger and anger.

Even though he still knows there's a power difference between himself and his opponent, it still doesn't seem interesting that Ray isn't serious.

"Well, if I can strike a teacher, can you seriously deal with him?

"Uh... right. Well, you can do that."

"Grrrrrrrrrr"

Seto accidentally squeaks his throat watching those two exchanges as he rolls over the snow to sleep.

"… sir. That griffon. Did you say seto? What are you talking about?

"Well, I don't know. I don't know exactly what Seto said, either. It's only a nuanced one."

"That's okay, though. Tell me what kind of nuance it was."

I guess I know roughly what it meant to sound like Seto's unleashed atmosphere. That's the nuanced thing.

"... you can't attack me if the heavens and the earth flip over first, or something like that"

Of course, I don't understand Seto's words so clearly, but still, my own words would not be so different now in the nuanced sense of Seto's squeal. With that in mind, Ray tells.

"Huh!?...... ok. Then I'll make it look like I can't afford that.... I'll be there!

I guess you decided you were insulted. Speaking to Ray, he pulls his sword out of his waist and slashes it to Ray.

"Hey hey!

A blow that is waved down with the voice of temper. The blow is dodged by Ray pulling his right foot back and halfway around.

"Come on!"

It must have been a confident blow, but a light dodged, lipbiting basslero. Wave your sword diagonally as you slash it up.

"Slightly."

The metal sound of Ray playing himself with an iron spear echoes around him.

(I let the teacher use the spear! This could even hit us!

Basrello raises his voice of joy in his heart as he feels the response, and as he does, he straightens his body away, waves it down, slashes it up, and releases a thrust.

But the thrust is avoided and continues to be bounced. For about a minute, he was a basslero who kept rolling himself out in a row, but he couldn't unleash a blow that hit Ray. And...

My foot's gone.

With that whine of Ray, Basrello is rolled to the ground with his legs snapped away by the stone-piercing part of the iron spear.

(Well, even though it's a gibberish, I'm doing it on the stone-piercing part, and you're not hurt badly. I don't have to worry about getting hurt because I'm wearing a dragon robe.)

"Come on!"

It was Basrello, who fell to the ground, but soon rose up again and set up his sword.

"Okay, looks like we can still do this. Come."

"Yes! Hey, ahhh!

He nods at Ray's voice, kicking the ground again and stuffing his time with his sword in place.

Avoid swords that are swung down, or take, recieve, and play in spear patterns and stone-piercing areas to check Basrello's movements.

(In terms of movement, it would be quite something to think of as a 10 year old.... It's just that it's still only the same age story. Probably dealing with one goblin and finally seeing if they're each other...... Thinking about it, I knew it was still tough to do it as an adventurer. Well, whatever it is, you're not going to do it as an adventurer right away, and make it muet. It's unlikely this will happen soon, so is that an extra worry?

It was Ray whining in his heart as he attacked Basrello, but given the fact that his 10-year-old had almost acquired the power to this point on his own, he did admit that Basrello would have a sword talent. But.

"Look, he's neglected underfoot again."

The stone-piercing part snaps up Basrello's leg as he attempts to strike again.

"Wow!

"What's up? Are we done here?

"Not yet, not yet!

I guess I can't forgive myself for being nicely embellished. Stand up again as you tighten your lips.

(I guess this is the harm of self-study, because it's swordsmanship worn by one person doing arches, so no one pointed out that a gap was made underfoot? And they don't point it out, so they have a habit of growing up and neglecting their feet. A little smart monster would definitely poke that gap first. In that case, you should correct the gap under your feet as a top priority)

"Ha, ha, ha... Phew..."

While exhaling rough breaths, Basrello takes a deep breath to get his breath ready.

If it were meant to be, it would be natural to poke that decisive gap, but in this case it's only a mock fight to see how far Basrello can fight. In order to do so, he decides that he should use his strength enough, and Ray waits silently with the iron spear in his hand until he is ready for Basrello.

And even if it was Seto, who had fallen asleep from a little further away to watch how things were going, he would have decided that the end of this simulation was approaching. He stared at the movements of the two with circular eyes.

"... I'm going!

A breathing basrello packs the time with his last force squeezed and sword in place.

Basrello, who has been dodged, bounced, and played several times with all his strength by Ray. If he's a 10-year-old, he should be so fatigued that it's not strange to run out of strength, but the rate at which Ray comes packing that intermission was the sharpest step he's seen today.

"Ha!

With the voice of temper, a flash of horizontal giraffe is emitted that squeezes the authentic last power. Of course, that full blow was fired by a 10-year-old. But still, that blow, unleashed with all its might, was a blow of power and speed that some would have difficulty avoiding if they were adventurers of about rank G.

When Ray feels the sharpness of that blow, he takes one step straight back. It was just a blow unleashed at the extreme timing if you try it as a baslero, and that one step becomes an endlessly large one, with the cutting edge of the sword passing right in front of Ray.

"Huh!"

What was unleashed there was a spear pattern blow. The stone poke is entangled in the sword's body, twisted in and bounced up.

"Ah!?

Basrello accidentally raises his voice to the feel of a sword that disappears from his hands in an instant. And in the next moment, I hear the falling sound of a sword that was dancing in the air to a place a little further away.

"That's so easy..."

I guess I couldn't believe the light blow. Turn your gaze over and over to your own hands and to the sword that is falling on the ground, eventually turning your incredible gaze to Ray.

"What, were you going to give me a blow? This is still a Rank C current adventurer. Whatever it is, it's not going to be that easy on a kid like you."

That's what I told Ray, but the word was a word as if he forgot that his appearance was about 15 years old and at the same time he was in a rather luxurious physique as an adventurer in this world. Anyway, when the appearance age is about 15, it's only about 5 years different from Basrello.

Most importantly, there is no more age difference than a five-year-old difference, because even if the difference is about 1-2 years old, the difference in physical ability is huge, but that's five years.

"Ugh..."

Still, I guess I still had confidence in my sword arm. Basrello turns his gaze toward Ray with a groan of regret.

Ray smiles bitterly and opens his mouth as he gently strokes Basrello's head like that.

"Anyway, I grasped the general abilities. Let me in today for a week, please."

Thus, Ray was to be employed by the Baron Cisne family as an opponent of combat training for about a week.