Legend

The sunlight falling from the sun already makes you feel little heat, unlike in summer.

Many of the clouds that flow through the sky are shaped like swept with a sweep.

In the autumn sunshine, where temperatures aren't as high as they were in the summer, Ray used to walk in the Imperial Capital toward the place where he was attacked by assassins during his training with Rhodos.

It's probably because of the main battle of the martial arts tournament, there are obviously fewer people around the city than before.

Besides, Ray himself is walking to a less popular place, so the number of people is even smaller.

(I'd be in trouble if I didn't)

Ray muttered inside, making sure the hood of the dragon robe was securely hiding his face, while going down the road.

There are still a few people around, but you still don't realize it's Ray walking near us, and he's living his normal life without looking like he cares at all.

The reason Ray, who is being targeted by an organization called the Moonlight Bow, is acting alone away from the Rodos and the others is simple. I'd rather be raided. Hope.

I'm here.

Most importantly, Ray himself doesn't think it's the moonlight bow that's after him. It was still the perception that it was the bell of the soul.

Still, if you watch Veicul get his life targeted in the game the day before, you quickly know that the opponent has not chosen any means at all.

The behavior of targeting an anomaly, not even a ray, but a veiculum around it, that comes flat for life during a martial arts competition.

Considering them, there is no doubt that if they are attacked all over the city in a detour, there will be significant damage to the surroundings.

... such pre-construction was necessary for Ray to lure the assassin into himself alone.

Of course everything before that is not a lie. Ningro, almost everything is also true.

But as for Ray's feelings, it's honest that he wants to fight his opponents a little stronger now to gain combat experience.

Ray's own combat experience is diverse and intense enough not to make adventurers around it a problem.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with fighting a normal opponent. But...

(The target is noise. There are only 3 people in the world, they are rank s adventurers)

I shrug inside remembering the first game of noise I saw the day before, and I am strongly aware of my own fighting opponents.

Even though I fight noise with immovable aliases, I still don't have enough power on my own right now. That was half instinctively felt when I ran into Noise.

It was the noise that fought the first round the day before, but that game is sinking in mistakes because the opponent fights the Rank S Adventurer with little strength. Still, you must have been fortunate to be able to confirm one end of the power of noise.

Ray therefore seeks strength and is eager to fight his stronger enemies.

There was also a reason why I wanted to keep out of the way that I didn't need to be in my battle, as I was in the pre-building, heading to a place with few people to keep me out of my surroundings.

For all sorts of reasons, in the end, what Ray is doing is luring assassins after him into unpopular places to challenge the fight.

(Well, what kind of fish can you catch. Hopefully we can catch the big guy, not the mutton fish.... even if it's less, you can't expect an opponent who can see signs like this when it comes to combat power)

Ray whines inside as he ascertains the number of signs that follow him.

For a soul-quenching bell hand, I'm oddly ill-armed.

Think that way Ray, but is it dull or untimely to recognize that it is the bells of soul that are still after you in the first place?

Eventually, the number of people who were neglected around them is also smaller, making one person, and another person, invisible to them.

It was a ray going down the road as it were, but it doesn't look like it's going to attack me even with no people around me at all.

(... what's going on?

Ray leaning his neck in the heart, but in the first place, he is only around Ray to grasp the behavior of a being called Ray.

Naturally some of them will be the noble hands of the Bestian Empire or the royal family.

Ray, who is so specialized in combat, is something that we have to pay attention to.

But Ray, who doesn't know it, leans his neck at the person who doesn't show up despite becoming less popular.

Because I just thought that if I was alone in this way, the assassin would show up without the need to hesitate.

But he never showed up, and his prospects were completely crazy.

In doing so, he eventually arrives at the place in question… that is, where he was attacked when he was previously training with Rhodos.

I thought there might be a guard in relation to the smokescreen then, Ray, but fortunately, no one exists anywhere.

"It's convenient over here, I hope."

Squeeze and look around your hands at the death size you took out of the mistering.

Position as if waiting for a duel. However, the signs that can be felt by Ray still exist only in remote locations, and they do not appear to come closer than a certain distance.

I waited for about 5 minutes as it was, but in the end no one showed up... eventually Ray screams irritably at the perimeter.

"The guy who's after my life! I'll fight you here now! Show yourself!

My voice sounds, but I don't always show up.

The enemy is an assassin in the first place… that is, an assassin.

Essentially, they are those who specialize in means such as accidental assault poisoning, and it is impossible to fight with dignity.

... It couldn't have been.

"Heh, you know you're being targeted, but you're a lot more confident to come to a place like this by yourself"

"Don't tell him that. That's how easy it is for us to accomplish our job."

"Sure. Besides, it's fun to break the pride of a guy who's so confident in his abilities."

"Really? I prefer the sound of women and children crying."

Two people show up with their voices out like that.

I guess he's an assassin, Ray judging by what they said and did, but for that, the two figures that showed up were only unusual.

By nature, assassins are the least conspicuous thing.

assassination, so it wouldn't make sense for it to stand out.

But one of the two in front of him was so-called dreadhair, with a crest tattoo carved on his face and braided hair. And the other has hair like Mohican.

Especially if you are Mohican, you have a dog or wolf-like ear growing on your head, indicating that you are an animal man.

Also, the dread-haired man had a morningstar in his hand, and the beast man had a giant one with a blade length of about 1 m.

"... again, unexpected people showed up. Soul bells are a group of colors?

To Ray's words like that, a dread-haired man moves cheeks with pictures and tattoos better.

"You think we're soul-quenching bells? Don't be with those well-behaved people."

What's coming to that look in retrospect is disgust from the bottom of my heart.

I don't care that we value discipline even though we do the same back work as ourselves.

Even for that discipline, it is only very loose and minimal compared to the discipline of the Knights.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to imitate someone else brainwashing them like a moola and throwing them away like a doll.

But... these men, called moonlight bows, do not even observe that minimum discipline... No, they are the ones who cannot.

I don't care about the words, my attitude is busy, I don't care about my eyes, I don't like my face, I'm in the mood somehow. For such trivial reasons, I would even kill my client.

"... no? I heard it was the Soul Bell that was after me."

While returning the word, Ray sets up the death size he had in his hand.

To Ray, willing to fight from the start, the two assassins open their mouths with a fun-filled grin.

"Well, if you survive us, I'll tell you about the neighborhood.... I'll let you choose which way to do it, but what?

Ray, death-sized, thinks a little about the words of the dog Beastman... eventually opens his mouth with a fierce grin.

"It's troublesome to deal with one person at a time, so hang on to two people together."

"Buha, are you serious!?

Unexpectedly blown out by that word was a dread-haired man.

Open your mouth as you're about to drop the morningstar you had.

"If you want to get easier soon because we're after you, well, I can convince you."

"Oh, I see. Is that what you mean? I was wondering if I really thought I could beat the two of us..."

That's what the dog beast tells him as he grins, but the killer is seeping out of his body.

Even the joke said something about putting two of us together and dealing with each other must have hurt our pride.

But...

"Am I gonna do that? There's no way you guys can do something about me on your own. We'll do it together, and it'll be just right for the trainees."

The look on Ray's face, telling him what was unexpected, was serious.

Hearing that word, a blood vessel rises on the forehead of a dread-haired man.

"Not really... I'm not kidding, kid!

Kick the ground halfway through the words and pack the distance from Ray as he shakes up Morningstar.

Its power comes with origami just because it has several sharp thorns on the iron sphere of a person's head.

The fact is, the dread-haired man has killed targets with this iron sphere more than ever before.

That's why I didn't doubt it would turn out the same this time.

I know Ray's reputation, of course, but it doesn't matter if we hang ourselves.

… an improbable decision, if it were meant to be. But there is no way that common sense can pass to a dread-haired man who prefers drugs and consequently has a dull head.

"Morningstar? This is your first weapon to fight!

The iron sphere, shaken down by crushing its own head, is flushed with death-size.

It was the action I chose to see the response I got when I fought in the first round of the Fighting Games, but the iron sphere moved to the cutting edge so that it would follow the giant blade of the Death Size, eventually diverted in the direction of the Unsullied.

(Ok, it seemed difficult to divert this hand weapon, but no problem)

Using a move away from the iron sphere, he tries to crush the ribs of a dread-haired man with a death-size stone poke...

"Let it be!

Moments later, the tattoo that was coloring the face of the dread-haired man glowed blue and the movement was quicker, jumping backwards.

"Nah!?

The first skill I've ever seen, or Ray speaking magically surprisingly.

Don't miss that gap, the dog beast man takes advantage of its quickness while shaking up the tweezer in his hand from directly next to Ray to pack the distance.

Ray, who returned to me in an instant, sticks out the tip of the one with the death-sized blade toward the dog beast man approaching from his left side as it is.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Raise your roar, whilst keeping your posture low, tease the death size, and if you don't cut Ray's leg off, give him a blow of the horizontal giraffe...

"Let it be!

"Geez!"

Shortly before waving, rotate the Death Size in your hand and strike out the dog beast man's jaw with a stone-piercing section.

A blow from Ray's own muscle strength and a death size weighing more than 100 kg launched his body into the air while crushing the dog Beastman's jaw......

Slash!

A death-sized blade wielded there splits the dog beastman's torso up and down.

Two separate bodies fall to the ground, while blood and guts fall zero to the ground, scattering the smell of strong iron rust around.

"... hey, can you kill without hesitation? I heard about it in advance, but it sounds like a good idea around here."

Despite the murder of his fellow beast man, the dread-haired man has not even shown how he cared in particular. No, on the contrary, words like praise for Ray.

There is also the sight that the tattoo on his face is glowing, which makes him feel something different.

Ray putting up a death size for such a dread-haired man.

A dread-haired man with a niggling grin when he sees it lets a darker blue light shine out of his facial tattoo, he kicks the ground with Morningstar standing up and fills in with an intermission with Ray.

"Uh-oh!

Similar to when I dodged Ray's blow earlier...... no, a dread-haired man shaking up Morningstar as he approached at more speed than that.

However... Morningstar is really easy to spot a way of attacking because of its shape of chaining iron balls and patterns.

Fact is, Ray also thinks of dodging the iron ball that will be swung down again to decide on a blow... suspicious for a moment when he sees a dread-haired man stretching his left hand to the patterned area with his morningstar wrapped around him.

The dread-haired man, approaching as he was in that state, shows him how to wave down the Morningstar... flashing his left hand.

Yes, pull through the bottom of the Morningstar pattern and put the blade in place.

But Ray, who was suspicious of the dread-haired man's movements, waved the death size without any particular confusion... his right hand gripping the Morningstar was cut off from his shoulder and rising high in the sky.