Legend

The second day of Ray's teaching life, today as well as yesterday, Ray stood with Grink inside the gym.

Forty students in front of those rays.

These are students from class S-3.

The students were severely shocked by the fact that they had shown a difference with themselves by the time they were decisive in the mock battle with Ray the day before, but they were still young and after one night they were still holding it back somewhat mentally.

(Well, it's not convincing if I say it's young or anything)

With the spear for mock warfare that he also used yesterday, Ray takes a glimpse at the students in the three-year S class.

"Well, it's going to be a mock fight soon..."

The moment I hear Ray's words, the students go out of their way.

Naturally. Yesterday's simulation showed a difference in power.

No one could have laughed at Ray, who was so strong that he could describe him as a monster, that he was told to fight again.

But... it wasn't Ray who opened his mouth before those students, Grink.

"Gentlemen, please calm down. Yesterday, today, you told me to fight Ray, and I know you're scared."

Some of the students frown uncomfortably the moment Grink uttered the word fear notice.

He would be a loser among the students.

Still, I didn't open my mouth because I thought if I said that, I would be inevitable in another mock fight with Ray?

In front of those students, Grink's words continue.

"But think about it. I think a lot of people who become knights, adventurers, and here choose one of those paths in the future. And be a knight, be an adventurer, not necessarily a weaker opponent than yourself to fight."

Grink's words were true.

It's not an impossible story to fight an adventurer with an alias or an opponent who is clearly better than ourselves in an earlier battle dispatched as a knight.

Also, only for adventurers, that would be even more remarkable.

Because taking a request as an adventurer is never a rare story about a monster showing up differently than it was meant to be. Often, such monsters are strong monsters.

Glink's words continue as students make sure they hear of it as smudging.

"What do you guys do when you put someone like that in front of you? An encounter with the absolute strong stops the movement of the body itself. That's enough to be so overwhelmingly ravaged that you don't even have time to escape. … but"

A glink that stops the words once and points your gaze towards Ray.

"Mr. Ray here, as we all experienced yesterday, is an overwhelming strong man. This is lucky, don't you think, because you can fight that Mr. Ray without having to die against him? What happens if I encounter a presence like Mr. Ray in action?... you fully understand that in yesterday's mock fight, don't you?

I open my eyes to Grink's words as each of the students I had grown up noticed something.

"Oh, right. Fighting such a monster was worth getting into this cadet school at that point."

"Safe?... Safe in the sense that it's not life-threatening, but in my case, I have quite a few bruises and stuff"

"Isn't it a little terrible to wave that power without condoning a woman, too?

"Fool or you. Monsters, I don't know, but you think they'll judge me as a woman whose enemies are men?

"Ning Ro, don't target women as a priority"

"There are other people who seem to make that decision."

"... oh, so to speak... that guy is a little..."

"But that guy's strength is definitely real. As much as I fight that guy, I definitely choose to fight Ray."

"No, he said no one normally decides to fight rank s adventurers"

Students who exchange words that way.

It was Grink watching it in silence for a few minutes, but eventually he opens his mouth again when he decides that the story has come together.

"Well, then it sounds good to think that the story has been compiled. I will ask you one last time. Anyone wishing to engage in a mock war with Mr. Ray should lay down their weapons. If it's about escaping without hope, I'm not saying it's impossible. What will you do?

Listening to that question, Ray learns how mean the backward grink is to being verbal.

I'm here for a three-year S-class.

I mean, all the most elite students in the three years of cadet school.

It would be difficult if such students were told that they could imitate running away in front of everyone because they were scared.

Because we are proud to be elite, such imitation cannot be easy.

If you imitate that, you may not have to fight today, but I'm pretty sure the other students will insult you.

It could also be that if this matter spread to other classes, the S-class itself would be insulted, and there was no one here that could stand it.

No, if that's all, some might still have escaped, but here's Grink... there's a cadet school instructor.

If you imitate that in front of that look, it will definitely have a negative impact on your grades.

When it comes to being in a class that has been recognised for its best strength: the corner s class, but runs away when confronted by a strong opponent… etc., I can't even see it.

In order not to, I still had to stand up to Ray here.

A glance at such students, Ray smiles small under his hood.

But he was wearing a hood, but therefore the students didn't see Ray's expression well, and even gave the students the impression that he was a carnivore licking his tongue in front of his prey.

... I was impressed and smiled that no one would escape in this situation.

"Oh, man. Maybe he'll slap you all over the head?

"No way...... no way. Yeah, maybe that's not true. Maybe... maybe."

"You, you're upset. You know exactly what I mean."

Ray wonders inside as he listens to the students interacting in a whisper.

I wonder why you're so afraid.

Think a little, and still end up not finding the answer, and decide what you don't know will be fine later to unload the hood.

"Well, then it's mock time again today.... It just takes a little too long to do it one by one, or too busy dealing with everyone at a time. That's why, five at a time. Make that just one class in eight groups. So I'm going to go on and on and on and on until the end of class, in a mock fight with me."

That would have been the word of salvation, if it had been normal.

Because if there are five of them, they can mostly handle it, even if they can't help themselves.

But when the opponent of a mock fight is Ray, the story is different.

"Hey, what about the five of us?"

"Whatever you think, it's not enough for the five of us. You couldn't have fought all of us in the first place, could you?

Yes, even if it takes a class of forty to fight, it's a light-hearted opponent.

Challenging such an opponent to fight with five of us wasn't very much, but I didn't think I could win.

"Split up the five of us quickly.... I'll do it in a hundred seconds. I'll make sure the rest of you get it right over here."

In the words that come out of Ray's mouth, the students rush to find each other to form.

Even with the brackets "S" class, not all students have the same strength.

It is true that we are clearly parted in order of strength even inside S-class, and not all of us are determined by the relationship around it......

"You, you over there, over there, right there, you."

In the end, Ray decides the quintuple appropriately.

Originally, there is the compatibility of the weapon that I have, but it doesn't look like I cared at all.

But there was no way Grink would stop it, just staring.

Naturally. Just because you're a knight doesn't mean you can always assemble with your weapon in full possession, like backwards with a bow for cover shooting.

Let alone be an adventurer.

Beyond that, it was important to follow each other and fight even in somewhat troublesome circumstances.

"Okay, one, two, three squads in order from that way... that's how it goes. Let's start with the first squad. The simulation lasts five minutes. If you hit me in the meantime, you'll pass. Grades…"

Ray stops the word once and turns his gaze toward Grink.

The glimpsed grink nods back small, understanding what Ray is trying to say.

"I got permission from Grink, and whoever can give me a blow will score the highest score in the mock."

The moment I hear Ray's words, everyone goes out of their way.

Naturally. This is a cadet school, and most people will be knights or adventurers in the future.

So what matters is that so are things like smartness, but strength in action is still best appreciated.

In other words, mock warfare is the closest class for students attending this cadet school.

The students couldn't have stayed put if they would have scored the highest on that mock score.

I change my mind again that the other person is Ray, and that here I can fight the stronger Ray without the risk of dying.

(Tell me for yourself, you're a lot of cash guys.)

Until earlier, the students, who had said they were absolutely sorry to fight themselves, were motivated by the moment they hung the bait of grades in front of them.

I guess it also makes less psychological resistance to just give Ray a blow instead of telling him to take Ray down.

Like that too much change, Ray hands the spear even as he smiles bitterly.

"Well, shall we begin? First squad then...... come on!

At the same time that Ray tells them that, the students classified in the first squad take action.

Each one comes to Ray with a weapon for simulated warfare, two with a long sword in his hand, one with a spear trying to poke a ray gap from behind it, and the rear end...... I guess it's fatal in the sense that this gives Ray a blow.

This squad was lucky to have two archers in their own group capable of ranged attacks.

But it's a different matter of whether or not the arrows released hit Ray.

In fact, arrows fired with the meaning of restraint are lightly knocked down by Ray's swinging spear.

Even if the tip is rounded, the speed of the arrow is almost the same as that of a normal arrow.

No, we are fighting in a place called Ningro Gymnasium, and for the close distance to those with bows, you can say above in terms of speed.

"Shh!

I watched the same sight more than once in yesterday's battle, but still I'm really surprised to see it again like this.

The agitation appears easily in the accuracy of the arrows, and the other archer, who sees his fellow moves disturbed, also blunts the movement.

If that makes the cover fire weaker, Ray will also be able to easily deal with the attacks of those with the long sword, and one of the men with the long sword will devour his torso lightly and collapse to the ground due to the blow of the horizontal giraffe spear he unleashed while dodging the attack.

I'm not fainting.

He was only beaten with a spear pattern from the top of the armor he was wearing, but the impact came through the armor.

It hasn't even gotten to the fracture, but definitely a mole would have made a blow.

The man with the other long sword is also caught in the crossfire by a spear and lightly flies his weapon over the sky.

Kick and blow the man's torso, looking up for a moment, as he adds and subtracts power.

That's how he must have rushed back to me when he saw the two longswordholders in charge of the front line fall off. Two archers release several arrows in a row.

But all its arrows are slapped down by spears without any hesitation.

A man with a spear trying to poke through that gap released a full speed thrust, but Ray's body clasp avoided him lightly, and on the contrary, he was held in one hand by a protruding spear pattern, even showing off the absurdity of being lifted intact.

Ray also understands that this is a simulated battle, so if it was meant to be, he would slap the students who had spears on the floor as they were, slowing them down.

At that point, of course, the student was treated as non-combatant.

If three of the avant-garde are hit that way, there's no way the archer can already do something about it, and he stays blown and falls off.

Having developed a battle that can thus be described as one-sided, Ray turns his gaze and opens his mouth to the archer's … especially to the first dull mover.

"Don't be easily upset by the guy covering from the rear. For a guy fighting in the avant-garde, the accuracy of cover literally separates lives. Be spiritually strong. And you, too, don't get dragged by it just because your people messed up. The long sword is sweet for both of us to step in. You, the spear, are good to poke, but you're one step behind in pulling it back. That's why I caught the pattern. Also, just get your hands off me when my body is about to be lifted."

I will name my faults from where I see them...... Ray opens his mouth again as the students who heard it became a sinking look.

"Next"

The next five went towards Ray, wondering if they would say the short words themselves.