Legend

"Hey, you know what? Today, a special instructor was called for our mock fight."

"Oh, I heard. But what kind of guy would that be? Calling him on purpose would mean he's pretty confident in his arms."

"Hmm, from my point of view, it's no different from any other person. But if I can hope, I hope I'm not the lower bitch."

Shit, it's insular again.

"Leave me alone. In fact, he has just the strength to say. You've decided to join the Knights when you graduate from school.... Why don't you just take it in now?

"I'm sorry. I'm such a rotten nobleman. In the first place, I'm not interested in the Knights because I'm gonna be an adventurer when I graduate from school."

"Hey, my voice is so loud! Look, the insula's staring at you."

"Shall we change the subject?... So, what kind of a mock opponent are you after all"

"Topic, you haven't changed. Ning Ro is back."

Talking that way is one of the buildings on the cadet school property.

It was a gym, so to speak, where I exercise in the winter or in the rain.

Only the cadet school, which leads to the Knights of the Duke's House, is warmed inside the gym by the power of magic items, making it a more comfortable space than it seems winter outside.

Most of the students there are in their late teens, some of them in their twenties.

This was the case because the age of enrollment was different.

Class S means that there are highly capable students in this cadet school, but some of them are therefore overconfident in their abilities.

Of course, it's only in this school, and if you graduate from school and become a knight and an adventurer, you often experience frustration.

"I'm here!

One of the students who was making a scene screams sharply.

At the same time, the gaze concentrates on the entrance and exit of the gym.

It came from two people.

One is Grink, who is also one of the teachers of mock warfare.

The musculoskeletal appearance on the skin head leaves a strong impression at first glance.

And when the other... and the gaze of everyone who was on the spot is directed toward the person who came with Grink, there is an obvious voice of disappointment.

No, some of them were even ridiculed.

I was wondering if such a small figure could teach us something about ourselves in a mock fight.

It was a typical reaction when I saw Ray.

If anyone stood on his arm more than to some extent, he would have also been able to measure its strength from Ray's physical waist.

But even if you're an expert, you're only talking about one school.

No one could understand that the difference in power from Ray was overwhelming.

"Dude, are you sure he's the new instructor? Of mock warfare?

"... what are you doing with that guy?

"Well, wearing a robe probably means you're an adventurer or something... you don't look a little strong"

Students who whisper words so that they can only be heard by those around them.

That's not about Ray, it's about Grink.

Insults, doubts, superiority. Knowing that various gazes are directed at Ray, Grink nevertheless takes Ray without saying anything and stands in front of the students.

As for the grink, I understood that it was almost pointless to say anything here.

Then he would actually be able to prove Ray's prowess more quickly for Grink to make him understand his prowess with that eye than he would say something here.

I glance at the students in line and open my mouth to make sure there are no absentees there.

"Well, you seem to have all the S-class students. Let me introduce you to this one before class today."

All the students who hear the name 'This One' coming out of Grink's mouth have a surprising look on their face.

Naturally. Even if it's only S-class students who are on this scene, it's because they've all still never beaten Grink.

The fact that the grink will be carefully introduced in this way has never been the case before.

It's a grink with a gentleman personality that doesn't suit its appearance, but still it didn't mean introducing it this way first.

"Over the next few months...... specifically in the short time leading up to spring, I'm Mr. Ray, who's supposed to be in charge of mock warfare classes with me"

No one can react on the spot, even if they ask.

I'm just wondering who's at the end of my gaze.

"Mr. Ray, please"

"Okay."

Grink prompts Ray to step forward as he unloads his hood.

The moment I see that face, most of the students wonder how to react.

Naturally. I was ahead of my gaze because we were the same age... no, we were obviously younger.

He was Ray, who had his bewildered gaze turned all over him, but he didn't look particularly concerned because there had been many times before that he would take such an attitude with his appearance.

Most likely, some women looked at Ray and thought he was the person they preferred, but they didn't put that emotion on the table.

... Aristocratic students who stripped some of their sense of privilege of being annoyed by Ray's appearance like that, but Ray opens his mouth saying that that's not what he found out.

"It's Ray.... right, is it hard to tell what kind of person I am when this is all I have? Rank B Adventurer, Deep Red Ray. If you put it this way, you'll know who I am."

As soon as the word Deep Red came out of Ray's mouth, the students listening to it bothered.

Blurring as if you forgot it when you said there was a grink of instructors.

I guess it's only natural because I found out that it's what you could call a living legend.

"Hey, what's deep red... is that true?

"I don't know, no. But I thought you could follow a griffon called Deep Red. Nowhere, though."

"If you're gonna say that, you talked about having a sickle, didn't you? You don't have that either, do you? So, cod out?

"That's the only way. You think Dr. Grink will deal with someone who's cheating on his name? Besides, the fact that you're in front of us as a teacher means that the school director must be seeing you. You can't fool that schoolmaster... you don't think you can do that, do you?

"So not the teacher, the instructor...... no well, fine. You know, you've been deluded so the dean can't find you?

"... are you serious? Mostly, if you imitate it like that, you'll just find it in the schoolmaster's demon."

It was a famous story that the school director was flying around the school using little birds as demons.

He says he's just looking around the school, but how many people trust it?

Whatever the reason, it's true that the school director's use demon birds are actually flying around the school grounds.

When it comes to stealing those eyes and asking if a suspicious person can come into the school grounds in grandeur, most would say no if they knew a person named the school director.

In fact, there is also a track record of suspicious persons being captured who have tried to enter school premises several times a year.

Given the area, I had to assume that the person in front of me was an adventurer with a deep red alias, as he had spoken.

Aren't some of them named another name in front of the school director, and here they are named Deep Red? Some thought so, but immediately deny that such imitation would mean nothing.

A glance at the students, who can be described as half confused that way, Ray opens his mouth again.

"Well, it seems a lot of people can't believe I'm real even when I look at it this way.... In fact, I also think that's irresistible. Right there. I want to do a mock fight to make you believe I'm real fast. Sometimes I want to know more about your students than I do about teaching mock warfare."

The students quickly reveal their disgust at the words that came out of Ray's mouth, though silent for a moment.

Even those who do not clearly put it into words, the expression they are floating on is not very, but not friendly.

Ningro Ray had a more surprising look at the strength of the nose column than expected.

Most of the time, that included surprises for students who couldn't measure their strength.

"Fine, then I'll deal with them first. If you're really saying you're a deep red, that's what you're neither wishing for me nor wishing for. But... if you don't have enough strength in your mouth, you can't just apologize!

What I shouted at was a man I can imagine would be noble to see. I don't know Ray, but he was the man the students called Insula.

Because the metal armor you're wearing is not the kind of substitute a student would wear, no matter what you think.

Gear that wouldn't be strange if Rank C Adventurers were equipped.

(If the skill isn't commensurate with that, it doesn't make sense.)

Even in this setting, I guess I have confidence in my arms. That's obvious if you listen to your mouth a few seconds ago.

But...... still desperately short of arms.

"Fine, then why don't you deal with them? Grink, do you have any mock weapons?

"Over there...... Sorry, guys, but please bring it"

When Grink tells the student, the student, along with several of the students around him, brings a cage that was placed on the wall of the gym.

There were several weapons in there like long swords, spears, Battleax, and Halvard.

However, naturally the blade is crushed by the fact that it is a weapon for simulated warfare.

... Even if the blade is most crushed, the weapon made of metal is heavy and only then becomes a blunt weapon.

If Ray wielded this with that arm power, it would be the murder weapon of the special.

Put up such a weapon...... I notice how the man who has been challenging Ray for a mock fight earlier.

"Yeah? What's up? I was gonna try a mock fight on all of you?

"Become!?

All the students raise their dismay at Ray's words, whispered casually.

Naturally. We have a four-year S class.

In other words, he's the most armed man in this cadet school.

That's the thought that if it means you can hang the whole class, you'll be able to beat even Grink.

Also, that was true.

Even so, the man in front of us told us to hang ourselves together.

That was incredible for the students.

The students were the only ones who thought that most, and Grink silently agreed with Ray.

Here was the weakness of those who had never experienced a real battle in action.

Even if we've been in action before, it's a lot of fighting in situations where we're overwhelmingly in our favor.

The number of monsters is not high because it is not even on the periphery in the first place, and the bandits near where they flourish like Graciar are cunning, and yes they don't tail out.

In that case, there will be a shortage of opponents to really fight for.

"Don't be ridiculous, deal with this number of people for anything..."

"No problem."

From the cage the students brought, what Ray took in his hand was a spear.

Ray's best weapon is the Death Sickle, not to mention.

But there's no way such a minor weapon is available for mock warfare, and I'll take the next best used spear of the Great Sickle.

Most importantly, the use of Ray's spear is predominantly thrown, and I don't have that much experience fighting with spears normally.

Still, he decides it doesn't matter if it's about a man with a long sword for mock warfare in front of him, and sets up a spear in his hand.

"Come on, I'll tell you on my strength that it doesn't make sense to fight me alone."

"I'm kidding!

To Ray's words, patience must have been the limit, too. Insula wielded her long sword wide and swung it down to Ray... Before she knew it, the tip of Ray's spear tip was stuck to her face.

"Ah?"

I guess I didn't know what happened. Insula speaks out of her mouth the missing voice between them.

He could not understand what was happening at all, but it was the same for those around him who were watching the current series of movements.

At the next moment I thought something had moved a little quickly, because at some point the eartip of the spear that had been held in Ray's hand had been stuck in the face of the insula.

"What's up? Are we done here?

"Huh!? No! I was just caught off guard!

"Right. Then why don't you try again?"

Returning the spear he was poking at to hand, Ray steps away from the insula.

I guess I realized that was the signal to re-order. Insula again sets up the long sword she had in her hand.

However, it is not the same anger that is floating in that expression.

I don't know if it's really the guy in front of me who's called Deep Red, but I understand that he's still quite the owner of the arm.

Above and beyond that, insulting weirdly will only disadvantage you...... and Insula switches consciousness.

"Ahhhhhh!

Step out with your temper voice and wave down your long sword toward Ray.

"Slow"

However, it is somewhat overstated that the wave of fullness for Insula is such that for Ray there is a defect... but it was not a very powerful blow.

I gently took the sword blade that was swung down with the spear's tip, so as to kill the impact and entangle it... when Insula noticed there was no pattern of a long sword in my hand, and the long sword entangled in the spear was dancing in the air.

The spear tip is poked right in front of him in a return motion as it is...... Insula will experience total defeat.