Legend

The day after Baron Cisne decided to conduct battle training for Basrello at his house. Having finished breakfast a little earlier, Ray was in the sunlight, which was rarely in his face, and still walking on the ground where the snow remained because of the low temperatures, to the Baron Sisne family in the aristocratic district.

There is usually no Seto next door. There's also a reason why the backyard I slept in the day before didn't care much for Ceto, but I guess the biggest problem is still that it's been a long time since Mileyne stormed the wheat pavilion at dusk. He bought a lot of food with the rewards he received for Lizardman's crusade and stormed the stables as usual.

(Still, once you said no to me, you started to mind Ceto, so maybe I could say you're growing up to some extent.)

It's still quite early in the morning, which means Ray whines inside while enjoying the crushing sound of ice and snow stepping on the frozen ground.

Still, considering Mileyne's luggage I brought for Seto, I was worried about how much the rewards of the Lizardman crusade would remain.

"Well, if I really run out of money, I guess I'll get another request for something in the scorching wind"

While I think so, I feel a little sympathy for the two sulnins and ecrylics involved in it.

Though thinking like that, he puts out his guild card at the entrance to the aristocratic city and walks inside to Baron Cisne's house.

Naturally, there can be no such thing as a gatekeeper in a mansion where only three of our lords, sons, and maids live, and he opens the gate silently and enters the mansion. Because the day before yesterday, Muet told me I didn't have the kind of money to hire a gatekeeper so I could come in and like it.

When I heard about it, I was stunned by its defenselessness, but I had to convince Ray that there was hardly anything to be stolen.

(I suppose you're hiding it in the right place when it comes to something really important that gets stolen and troubled)

Thinking that way, knocking lightly at the mansion door, an asier immediately appears from the back of the hallway.

"Welcome, Mr. Ray. Starting today, Fang Ma's combat training, right? Please be gentle. Call me as soon as you get hurt. Let me use the healing magic... Yikes!

I smile small when I look at Ray and he bows his head as I tell him so Asier...... you should have noticed the “ in that hand ”.

I lowered my head and there was a pattern of wax at the end, and then naturally the pattern of wax hit the forehead of the assistant. Unexpectedly screaming at the pain, Asier drops the wax he had onto the floor.

"... you okay?

"Yes... it's okay..."

An asier with a red forehead and a slight tear on the edge of his eyes, but a grin when there is no problem.

"Well, I'll show you how ready you are, son."

"No, you don't have to guide me. It's yesterday's backyard, right?

"Yes... because they tell me to guide you properly"

"... I think you should pay for the injury rather than show me around."

"Ahhh..."

You must be aware that the forehead hit by the pattern is red and swollen. He whines with his mouth even as he leans down in embarrassment, and at the next moment a white light is produced in his hands. And when the light struck his forehead, the bruises disappeared beautifully without a few seconds.

"Well, as I was told, healing magic is good for a long time."

"Oh, the... Thank you. I'll sit down. Me, I've had a lot of dodges for a long time... and while I was healing them myself, I was good at healing magic at some point. Originally, it only had the effect of healing a few cuts. Well, it wasn't much of a compliment because it improved in that way."

Unlike the pain earlier, Asier laughs like she was lit up hiding her face for shame.

But Ray, listening to the story, just shook his head saying there was nothing wrong.

"I don't care what history you've had and you've become good at restorative magic. The only thing that matters is the fact that you can use restorative magic. That's why I decided it was okay to train Basrello a little more rigorously."

"Les, Mr. Ray!? Things aren't so bad for you..."

"I don't mean to upset you. But it's also true that some danger is necessary to be strong."

(This power of mine also originally resided in Zeppyre's made flesh, but I've been diving through monsters and fights with people more than once to use it. If you think about it, Basrello will be considerably tougher than I am to gain the strength to fight on his own from 1. And that's when healing magic should help)

"Anyway, I want to start training first, so show me to Basrello. No, I guess it's the backyard."

Though I think so in my heart, Ray encourages Assier.

And Asier hears the word, and immediately nods and urges ahead.

"Yes, I'll show you. Here... Yikes!

You lost your balance because you suddenly looked back, Asier falling into the spot. With that in mind, Ray was convinced that this maid was a dodgy daughter attribute after all.

"Good morning, Doctor"

Guided was the mansion's backyard as Ray expected. Unlike the day before, however, there was not a single dead tree that rolled all over the garden? It was unnecessarily uncomfortable, just as it was yesterday when it came to the larger branches that Seto had dropped in.

You must have seen how Ray was doing like that and understood what you were surprised by. Basrello smiles and turns his gaze to Assier.

"Actually, it's dangerous to do a mock fight here while in that state, so Asier cleaned it for me yesterday.... I wanted to help, but Asier wouldn't let me do it."

"Naturally. Fong is a man of the Baron Sisne family, so I can't let him imitate cleaning!

I guess I'm proud of what I do. Asier to tell you clearly.

"Asier... the Baron Sisne family is a disappointment even if I look at it, so I'm sure it'll crumble soon..."

"That's not true! My husband is able to do his job even if he can see it. I'm sure it will be heavily used by Uncle Larks Borderline."

(... oh, I see it, and I say... okay?

Ray accidentally penetrates inside as he hears Asier's words.

But, or I guess this is normal in this House. The Barons continued their conversation without any particular penetration of Basrello.

"With that said, what about Muet?

"If I were your husband, I would have gone to work in the lord's hall. I would have gotten a holiday for the week Ray was supposed to come, but luckily Ray came yesterday."

"I see.... well then, quick but do you want to start training"

"Yes!"

Basrello nods at Ray's words and pulls his sword out of his hip sheath.

Asier looked worried about the condition...... but looked seriously at it.

You don't have to work for a maid? I also thought, Ray, but when I see that Basrello, unlike yesterday, has not said anything, I decide that some discussion would have taken place within the Baron Cisne family.

As for Ray, I could only assume that the presence of Asier staring worryingly at Basrello would stand in the way of his training, but he convinced himself that he could use healing magic immediately in times of need.

And stop Basrello, who is still about to launch an attack on himself.

"Hold on for now. Let's start with yesterday's review. You remember how many times I attacked you underfoot in a mock fight yesterday?

"Huh?... Ah, yes. If you do that so many times, you'll never forget it."

"I guess. So, do you know why I concentrated on underfoot?

"Uh, because my underfoot was full of gaps... is that it?

To Basrello's words, Ray nods as impressed.

Even Basrello remembered it more than once after yesterday's mock fight. Of course I never thought I could beat Ray, an active adventurer, but I have still desperately trained while looking at the book Muet's great-grandfather left behind. It's not the original weapon, I didn't care how you look at it. I thought if you were going to sell it at an arms store around there and deal with Ray with a spear of cheap stuff like that, you could hit it to the extent you could. I'm also proud that I've had all that training. Yet again and again, the spear patterned his leg and rolled him to the ground as many times as it was ridiculous to count.

After Ray left, it was just a little unexpected that Asier would find him and take him to the bathroom on the spot, slap him into a bath boiled down by magic items, wash his body without question, and use healing magic.

It was Basrello who thought of the simulated battle with Ray more than once in such a state, but in the end the obvious conclusion was that his underfoot must have been full of gaps.

... Note that when Asier greeted Ray this morning, the response was soft because of her professionalism as a maid, but also because there was little injury when she washed Basrello's body in the bath.

Ray snorts at the words of such a basrello.

"That's right. I know you didn't go through a swordsmanship dojo or hire a swordsmanship guide. So I guess I trained alone when I saw the book that it was left behind, but because of that, I guess I grew up with a distortion that was extremely biased towards attack, so to speak."

"Oh, that's..."

In Ray's words, Basrello came to mind.

It is true that the content written in the original remaining book is, in one way or another, attack-oriented. But of course it also said technology on defense and how to train on it...... somehow, Basrello is only a 10 year old even though he looks solid. It can still be said that there was no choice but to place more emphasis on training for good looking attacks than on training for plain defense.

"Well, I neglected to train for defense."

"Right. There's that too. Well, I can't help it with that area. Unless you're going to the dojo or someone like a swordsman."

"Still, Boy was working hard!

You felt Ray's words denigrate Basrello, and Asier screams to shelter you unexpectedly.

Heading to such an acier, Ray nods and opens his mouth.

"Of course I know that. I fully understand how desperate Basrello has been to train in yesterday's mock battle. This is more than the absence of a teaching and guiding presence. … and it's not that bad of a story to be biased towards an attack"

I saw it several times in yesterday's mock fight in the back of my brain, it reminds me of Basrello's poking.

The power itself was still due to muscle strength, but in terms of its velocity and clarity, it was enough to kill easily if it was about goblin.

"Well, that's what I'm talking about as far as the status quo is concerned. So in the coming mock fight, I'm going to attack what seems to be your weakness anyway. Of course, attacking first is the most clear-cut underfoot, but that doesn't mean you're not attacking anywhere else."

Tell Basrello as he takes out the same iron spear as yesterday from Mystering.

"Yes! That's a defense under your feet. Okay, I'd like to be careful around here today."

"Oh.... well, we're done talking. Come!"

"I'm going!

With that voice, just like yesterday...... no, Basrello comes packing the time some quicker than yesterday. But as soon as we move on to the attack, there's no place to hide. Even the poke, which Ray praised earlier as also the biggest advantage of Basrello, is only for a moment, but somewhere.

Ray understood why. Defense pointed out... I wonder if that's also the inconvenience of being born because attention is directed to the underside of the foot.

"Look, you're focusing too much on defense, and the offense is more neglected! It's your strengths, so hold on! In order to blunt an opponent's attack, you must first aggressively attack them so that they don't like them."

As I said, I tried to snap up Basrello's leg with a spear pattern...

Kim!

Basrello plays the pattern of the spear stretched underfoot.

For a moment, it's a joy to float in that face. But.

"Don't think the enemy's attack is over with one blow!

Keeping the bounced spear pattern heavily arced in the air while exploiting its impact, it heads to the foot of the opposite of what Basrello defended, and again leads up underfoot.

If you just look at the movement, Ray is bigger. It was therefore Basrello who tried to turn the sword's body to the other side, but Ray's own physical abilities made the pattern of the spear larger and circular and swinging faster than moving the sword.

"Whew!"

Basrello falls to the ground with his voice up.

And Asier stands still, staring worryingly at it, to be able to use healing magic at any time.

Thus, the second day of combat training passed.