Legend

Day 3 of combat training with Basrello.

Also on that day, as on the previous two days, Ray and Basrello even conducted combat training in the backyard of the Baron Sisne family.

"Look, your foot defense is away again!

The pattern of the spear waved with its voice makes it beneath its feet, and Basrello is rolled straight to the ground.

The number over 20 already today alone would have been rolled to the ground. But still, compared to the day before, it can be said that a child who is just as absorbent is able to react quite a bit to an attack aimed underfoot.

(Or maybe it's Muet's great-grandfather conceded sword talent)

He groans inside, gazing at Basrello as he rises with his hand against the ground.

There are two gazes at two people who are in combat training that way, one being a maid of the Cisne family, and at the same time an asier waiting to be able to use healing magic even immediately if he is injured. And the other, it belonged to Seto.

The fact that Ray asked me that the dead trees that were scattered in the backyard were cleaned up beautifully and that Miraine didn't come to see me is raised today that Seto didn't come with me the day before. For the most part, the reason for the latter is that Sulnin and Ekril both forcibly stopped Mileyne from trying to enter the wheat pavilion at dusk, not wanting to be asked to do it again during the winter when it was snowing.

The rewards of Lizardman's crusade were also sharply diminishing because he would buy as much food as he could to feed Seto if left alone. I noticed that, Sulnin could just as well be described as a scorching wind staff.

Anyway, due to such circumstances, Seto also came to the Baron Sisne's house today.

"Phew, phew, phew... I'm coming!

Basrello breathes and shrinks distance from Ray as he sets his sword up again.

The combat guide Ray taught me was to even go through a mock fight just like he said.

If it were meant to be, it would teach you how to swing a sword, or how to use your body, in the form of a 'mould'. But Ray came this far in our own way, as he himself had said. For this reason, I told others… It was also not a reason to teach noble men how to fight as they were, but the final choice was to repeat the simulated battle for the time being.

"Hey hey!

The cutting edge of a sword protruding with the voice of temper.

Its sharpness was sharper than it was yesterday when it was distracted by defense.

But still, it's still dull compared to an all-powerful blow, released undistracted about the defense, as it was on the first day.

……

Ray plays a silently protruded cut tip in a spear pattern.

The cutting edge of the sword played as it was. But from there, it was different.

Using the momentum of the bounced sword, Basrello rotates heavily on the spot. Then maintain the momentum and roll out a flash of horizontal giraffes on Ray's torso.

"Yep!

He opens his eyes as lightly as he was impressed by that blow, and still at the next moment, Ray returns his wrist and plays himself with a spear pattern.

Gimp!

The tall sound of metal and metal hitting each other properly echoes around.

If we only heard the sound itself, Ray and Basrello's attacks would have sounded like each other as well. But there was a fundamental difference in physical ability that I had originally.

If you noticed, Ray had an iron spear in his hand, but there was no such thing as a sword held in Basrello's hand for seconds.

"Ouch!

My hand must have been paralysed by the spear pattern and the meshing impact of the sword. Kneeling into the spot as Basrello accidentally held his right hand with his left.

"Boy!

"Wait, don't move!

As soon as he saw the basrello running to the ground, Ray stopped the movement of the assier, which would almost run reflexively.

"So!

Why are you stopping, and an assier who tightens his face so tightly that he can describe it as his usual natural flair, and turns his strong gaze to Ray.

But that look can disappear quickly. Somehow, a sword that was blown by Ray earlier descended from the sky halfway between Basrello and Asier and pierced the ground.

"Enough is enough. But I don't think you need to go because you're not particularly injured."

Asier rushes to Basrello as he hears such a voice leaking out of Ray's mouth.

"Boy, are you okay? Immediately recover magic..."

That's what I tell him, and Basrello softly holds down his outstretched hand.

"It's okay, Asier. As the teacher said, there is no need for healing magic for injuries of this magnitude"

In fact, Basrello's hand is not particularly injured. The paralysis caused by Ray's ability to play the sword is just striking his hand. However, the paralysis may have reached the core of the bone.

"Are you sure you're okay?

"Oh, don't worry. More dangerous than that, so stay away from me. We're not going to be auditioning yet."

I'm paralyzed and I haven't even gotten my grip back yet, but I still reach for the sword pattern that's falling to the ground, Basrello.

He was an assier with such a worrying gaze at Basrello, but I guess he thought staying here would get in the way of combat training. I gently salute Ray with the will of the earlier apology and return to the earlier location.

After that, even if it wasn't on the previous date, he continued to train as he attacked several times and was poked with a pattern of spears or raised.

Day 4. Unlike the day before, it was snowing hard and I couldn't care less what you think of training in the backyard. No, it might have been possible if I couldn't, but in that case, there would have been the possibility of injury that I didn't have to. Of course, if it comes with some strength, it should be combat training in inclement weather, but Basrello is not very good today, but not at that level. I'm still a beginner. No, it would rather be more dangerous than a normal beginner for having a sword heart halfway through. For this reason, Ray, who did not feel the need to inflict pointless injuries even though he had the magic of Asier's recovery, will conduct another combat training to Basrello on this day, not a mock fight.

"We're going next."

"Ha, ha, ha... yes!

Breathe briefly and nod to Ray, Basrello.

The two of them are currently in the reception room of Baron Sisne's house, which was put through when Ray first came to this mansion.

Speaking of what he was doing in such a place, Ray threw a paper rounded object at Basrello, who was trained to dodge it.

Have you decided that there is not that much danger in this case? The maid Asier is dedicated to chores and there is no such thing here.

In addition, Seto remained in the stables due to the effects of heavy snow falling.

"Okay. Again and again, consider this paper ball an enemy attack. Don't hit me!

That's what Ray tells him, throwing round, gripping chunks of paper at him one after another with a basslero hanging.

I also try to avoid it as a baslero, but the speed of the paper balls Ray throws was pretty fast, and if I could dodge it about half the time, I could do it well.

"As for your defense of weakness, it has improved somewhat in yesterday's mock battle. But it's still attack-oriented. This training also has the effect of building the ability to see moving objects. Take a good look at the paper balls and avoid them with it. Do not anticipate and avoid the direction of the paper balls, but look before avoiding them."

"Yes!"

Ray tells toward Basrello as he throws several paper balls in a row.

By the way, it's not like Ray himself thought about this training. In order to be unable to train outside, it was an improvised product based on the comics Ray had been reading when he was in Japan. Ray himself knows that some parts are unscrupulous for this reason, but he still decided that it would be better than nothing and kept throwing paper balls.

And how tough this training actually is, it would be obvious to see Basrello standing up relaxed while letting out his breath. Anyway, even though it's a piece of paper, it gives a lot more speed than it's rounded. And I'm throwing that paper ball with Ray's arm strength, so I hardly need to worry about the injury, but the superficial pain was considerable for that matter. Besides, I hardly ever rest on that paper ball and throw it in a row, so I don't like to get that pain if I try to baslero it, so I desperately avoid it. As a result, the avoidance movement that Basrello was not comfortable with became as if it were to be exchanged for rapidly depleting health.

Day 5. Unlike the previous day, the weather is so beautiful that it is unusual for winter that the sun has poured sunlight down to the ground in the morning, claiming itself violently. Still, the temperature itself is winter, so it's still cold. In the meantime, today's battle training stage was back in the backyard again.

Increased ability to dodge rather than defensive ability I did in yesterday's training...... And elevated motor vision. Now that we're done with these, the next step is to learn how to defend against magic, or avoid it, today.

And even today, Basrello is looking to Ray with all his energy. The effect of yesterday's training caused me muscle pain, but I am using the magic of Assier's recovery, so there is no rush in the movement.

"Okay. From now on, I will use magic against you.... That said, don't burn yourself if you hit it, it's a sphere of flame to the point of feeling a little hot. You can consider it the same as yesterday with regard to the procedure. Avoid... or intercept with that sword."

"Huh? Doctor, my sword is not a magic item, is it?

Basrello tells Ray's words almost reflexively.

Nor, in a sense, was it possible that the poor nobleman, the Baron Cisne, had the funds to buy expensive magic items.

Most of all, magic items… even when it comes to demon swords, it's not all expensive stuff. A metal with magical powers like misrills and flame ore on a regular long sword. Or using the method of coating demon stones with processed objects, you can buy demon swords for a very cheap price.

"It's all right around there. This time I use a normal sword so I can interfere, so if I hit it, the flame will go away. The purpose of today's training is to get used to magic. Unlike yesterday's paper balls, it's real magic at first, but the area is adjusted. It sucks the most to be an adventurer, inherit a house as a baron, and be surprised that your enemies have used magic when it comes to battle. Let's go."

"... Yes!

Basrello nods at Ray's words and sets up his sword. Unlike a few days ago, the plot is not meant to be a one-sided attack, but can soon be moved to defense. Probably because even Ray was poking Basrello's weakness around here.

Remove the Death Size from the Mystering and cast a spell while Basrello is being accidentally blinded by that different weapon.

"O flame, thou shalt have a slight fever. Eat my magic and show up like Yunxia."

At the same time that the spell is spun, a flame of about 30 cm is shaped on the tip of a death-sized giant blade. And...

"Flaming"

The spell is complete and at the next moment a fireball of about 10 cm is ejected from the flame made at the tip of the Death Size towards Basrello.

However, its speed was very slow, as if throwing stones lightly.

"Huh?"

Basrello voices surprises unexpectedly at its speed. But as soon as he returns to me, he waves his sword down toward the flames that have come toward him.

"Yikes!

The sword swung down with the voice of temper cut off the flames that flew away beautifully, and the cut flames scattered straight into the air.

"Yay...? I did it, Doctor!

To cut the magic, Basrello reveals his joy. Asier, who was watching the Rays at the Mansion, was also smiling happily.

"You know how to do it, don't you? It won't burn if you touch it for now, so it keeps going at this rate."

"Yes!"

Basrello nods vigorously at Ray's words and sets up his sword again.

See how it goes, then eject the two fireballs just a little faster than earlier.

"Yes! Yikes!

Twinkle, twinkle. Instantly two fireballs are cut off. Whether you should just say you've trained so far specializing in attacks, or grabbed something in the last few days of training with Ray, that sword muscle was pretty sharp.

But that's only the beginning, and as the speed gradually increases, or the number of fireballs increases, it corresponds to it, so it's full, or the fireballs start hitting the body.

"Look, I don't have to slash everything with my sword. Weave around."

"Ah, yes. I get it!

In the end, a fireball would hit Basrello's body more than once that day.