Legend

Day 7. Again today, Ray and Basrello were on their way to the guild's training ground.

I had said no to Lenora in my guild for once before I used the training ground, but fortunately I guess it was only natural in a way to think of what happened the day before that that there was no drunk involved in Basrello today.

"Doctor, are you also with Mr. Hasta today?

Basrello asks Ray on his way to the training ground, but Ray shakes his head small at it.

"Hasta's not that high ranked, but he's a busy guy."

That's what I'm saying, and Ray explains that I'm getting meat for monsters to use in the dining room I'm doing at home.

"Heh... Mr. Hasta is a family thought, too"

Even for Basrello, I fully understood Hasta's feelings because I cherish them when it comes to her father, Muet, and her maid, Asier.

"Well, that's why Hasta should be out of town today. With all the other golden adventurers."

"So you're just training with your teacher at the training ground today? But even in our backyard..."

"Don't worry, I'm still calling special guests today"

With that said, Ray turns his gaze toward the training ground.

There was one female warrior wearing a leather armor made of monster skin.

……

For a moment, it was a basrello blinded by its pristine beauty, but it also collapses in the next moment.

The moment Rays saw the line, the woman came in at an incredible rate for Basrello.

"Huh!?

At that much speed, I accidentally try to pull my sword out of my sheath with a sense of crisis...... I can be stopped by Ray with a bitter smile on my mouth

"Doctor?"

"No problem. He always does."

"Seto, Seto, Seto! I was fine!? Are you hungry? I brought some of Seto's likes today, so let's eat together!

The woman warrior - Mileine - who rapidly narrowed her distance passes as if Ray and Basrello were not in her eyes, hugging her straight into the neck muscle of Seto, which was following her from behind Ray.

"Grrrrrrrr"

Take such Mileyne as you are already accustomed to, and rub your face as it is.

"Uh... Doctor?

Basrello called out to Ray somewhere bewildered by the image of Rin Woman Warrior and others that he had just seen.

"Oh, never mind. This one's fried in a ceto. It's always like this when you look at Seto."

"... are you okay?

Basrello unexpectedly asks Ray as he looks at Mileine with a happy look on her face as she hugs, cheeks and strokes her back to Seto.

To such a question, Ray nods small with a bitter smile.

"Well, I can't help but worry about seeing this, but it looks like this and he's the leader of the Rank C party. Especially since the weapons are swords as you can see, I think they're the perfect match for Basrello."

"Rank C!?

Basrello screams unintentionally at Ray's words. Because I didn't really think that the female warrior who was swaying Seto in front of me was a higher-ranking adventurer than Ray.

And even as Ray, you must have figured out how Basrello felt. I turn my gaze to Mireine, who is playing with Seto while making the bitter smile that floated earlier stronger.

"Personality and ability are typical examples of him. In fact, the arm of the sword definitely stands quite well.... I had a mock fight with you yesterday. Fighting Hasta won't cut your chances of winning 90%.... There are two hastas and I think it's okay to say about each other for the first time"

"Not so..."

I guess I suddenly noticed a gaze looking at myself. Mileine finally leaves Seto and turns back to Ray.

"Mm, Cohon. They said it was a lot, but I was supposed to go out with your training today, Mileyne. Nice to meet you."

"Yes! I'm glad you trained higher in rank than your teacher. Best wishes!

He was a buslero who bowed his head in momentum, but Mileine's cheeks unwittingly draw to the words that came out of his mouth.

"Eh, you said basrello. Sure, I'm better ranked than Ray there. But, okay? What I never want you to get wrong is that the existence of Ray is out of some kind of standard. Even if the rank is lower than mine, if you think simply of strength, you're talking about rank A, so don't get me wrong."

Mileyne tells her to say that she can't do it because she thinks it's the same strength as Ray.

In fact, the adventurer in the city of Guild, the one who acted with Ray the most for a long time, knew best how much Ray was out of standard because of the perception that it was a scorching breeze. If all adventurers above D, the current rank of Ray, seem to have such a cod prowess, the city of Gilm becomes a gathering of monsters. Basrello nods, as he was pushed by the momentum of Mileyne, who assumed so half-reflexively.

It was Ray watching the two of them like that, but eventually he slaps his hand and grabs the attention of the two.

"Well, that's it for the nagging story. More than that, Mileyne, you ready?

"Absolutely. You haven't forgotten the reward, have you?"

"Oh."

Naturally, they need a reward there because they originally pulled the irrelevant Mileyne in as a help with their request. I didn't have a problem with it in the sense of adjustment in the winter battle, like Hasta did yesterday, but that's just a special example. Because ordinary adventurers are basically closed during the winter months.

"Heh heh, dating Seto, dating Seto. Dating Seto. Dating Seto."

Mileine pulls the sword out of her sheath, repeating that word as if it were a broken radio. Ray realizes that the sword is not the same sword Seto was using when he was transferred by a metastatic stone.

(Probably bought it again or did something with the reward back then... that's rough money)

In the first place, Mileyne was not originally that rough with money. But ever since I met the presence that shot Miraine's heart with one shot, I've been spending a lot of money to feed Seto - a caged insertion of affection. And the feeling of using gold to get caught in it changed slightly, and the result was a new sword now in Mileyne's hands.

"Shh, Doctor... I'm afraid of something"

I accidentally burst into tears at Ray about how Mileyne looked, but Ray opens his mouth as if it was nothing.

"Never mind, I don't care. Besides, if you're an adventurer or something, there's a chance you can fight someone who's passed away like that. Think of it as training to get used to it."

"... I feel like I'm losing my desire to be an adventurer subtly"

Pottori, and a small grunt Basrello. But I guess I changed my consciousness with that one word. Draw your sword out of the sheath of your hips and take a stand toward Mileyne.

"I'm going!

Yeah, come on.

We exchange words with each other, and in the next moment Basrello kicks the ground and packs his sword in one hand with Mireine in between.

First of all, is it a greeting replacement, or what I let go of is poking. That was also a sharper poke than before, unlike yesterday, when Hasta taught me the technique of poking using estock. But...

"It's sweet. If you want to unleash a thrust, at least put a little more emphasis on speed."

I hear a metal noise called Kin, and at the next moment Basrello realizes that the sword he was holding has disappeared at some point.

"... Huh?

Basrello, who unwittingly turns his gaze to his own hands. But, of course, there is no sword there. And a few seconds later, I could hear a sword jumping up into the sky to the right of Basrello.

"What's going on? Are we done here?

Mileine throwing some provocative words. And Basrello, who returned to me with that voice, hurriedly takes the sword rolling to the ground.

"Not yet! Next, I'm coming!

Again with the sword in his hand, he turns to Miraine and measures the time between them. Now, without approaching the detour as earlier, he had turned his gaze toward Mileyne as he observed.

"What's going on? Aren't you coming? Then why don't you come with me?

sword strike released with that voice. Originally Mileyne is a swordsman who is better at speed and moves than force, but still beats with force more than enough compared to a 10-year-old Basrello. Basrello manages to prevent the sword wielded for this purpose, but each time the shock paralyzes the runner. And naturally, you can't prevent attacks forever in that state.

"Yes, at last"

Though he managed to prevent a blow waved by the horizontal giraffe, he returned his wrist intact and at the next moment a cut of his sword was poked at his neck muscle.

"... I'm here"

"Mm-hmm. You don't seem very good at defense. I can't imitate that your physique prevents attacks with force, so remember how to recieve them instead of taking them personally. Okay? When the sword is waved like this, you don't take it vertically, you take it a little diagonally. That way, you can transfer some of your opponent's power."

While explaining, let them actually demonstrate with their own swords how to take the attack. While being careful not to miss it, Basrello concentrates on Mileyne's movements so that he is desperate not to miss even a slight move to absorb it.

There was already no remaining suspicious character in that Basrello's head of the person in front of him who had already taught him practical skills.

"Uh, is this what it is?

Basrello, who tries to imitate Mileine and tilt the tip of the sword slightly. Mileyne, who sees it, grins with a nod.

"Yes, yes. Sounds like it. Okay, okay? Let's go again, shall we?

"Yes!"

Stay away from each other and bump into each other again. And just like earlier, Mileyne's sword was waved by a horizontal scythe, and Basrello tried to take it as he was taught to bevel himself just a little… at the next moment, he would be jumped with the sword he was holding as he lost the blow of Mileyne.

"Look, now I'm too powerless. You can't put too much effort into it, but you can't pull it out too much."

"Uh, so how much power do I have to grip?

"People are different like that. I've failed so many times, I just have to try and make mistakes. Here, get ready. I'm coming!

"Oh, yes!

Once again he sees Mileyne laying the sword, and Basrello also reaches for the sword that was hastily flown.

And the repeated blow of the horizontal giraffe.

"Whew!"

"Look, we're putting too much effort into this now. Think of your physical difference with me."

I guess I followed Mileyne's advice earlier and now put too much effort into hands with swords. Mileine's blow paralyzes her hand and drops the sword she was holding directly below her.

By the time the same imitation was repeated again and again for about an hour, Basrello was already so tired that he could barely even stand up with his sword.

"Miraine, why don't you give it a break? As far as Basrello's concerned, even if he can't do it any more, he just looks injured."

"Huh? Hmm... so is that. I forgot this kid's still a kid. Let's take a break for half an hour."

He exhales violently at the word break and snorts silently as he sweats from his face like a waterfall when he says it's winter.

Although the weather may be called sunny weather, winter still meant the surrounding temperatures were low, which is why the hot air seemed to be rising from all over Basrello.

"Look, just wipe the sweat. And don't forget to drink this and rehydrate."

Hand the towel removed from the mysterious ring and a water bottle with water with fruit juice to Basrello.

"Oh, thank you......"

Even for a short period of time, the same sword was used against his opponent… it must have drained too much against Mireine, who is obviously incomparable with himself. When I manage to say just that, I drink it up like I'm greedy with my mouth on a water bottle while wiping my sweat.

"... So, what do you say?

Just like Basrello...... no, Ray asks as he throws the same water bottle he gave Basrello to Mileyne, who is sweet to Seto with no appearance of scratching sweat at all even though he said he moved more than that.

I guess the way you work out your body around here means adults and children, amateurs and rank c adventurers.

"Well, when it comes to sword talent, when it comes to attack, I think there's something natural about it. It's just that you're really neglecting defense just because you have a lot of talent over there. If you take talent as 10, 7 for attack...... no, 8. Maybe two for defense."

Ray listens to Mileyne and exhales unintentionally.

It's just that Hasta, who accompanied me in yesterday's training, had asked me something similar, again recognizing the bias of Basrello's talent.

"Then... if you were to throw a party, how would you use it?

"Right. If you were going to party with that kid, you'd put a shield in the avant-garde. And I think he'll take the form of focusing on the attack. Or you have a lot of talent when it comes to attacks, so if you're a wizard like Sulnin, you can use the magic to increase your defenses... but you still have the anxiety element."

"I guess..."

Even for Ray, if we were to organize a party even temporarily, it was an honest desire to refrain from working with such attack-biased warriors.

Whatever you hit, you're more likely to fall, and no matter how aggressive you are, you count it as a battle force because the punch element is too high.

(After all, do we have to do something about the defense?... or I wish I could use magic shield-like magic as in Death Size Skills...)

With that in mind, he waited for Basrello to recover while talking to the public, and began combat training again.