Legend

'Huh?'

After hearing Ray's words, the students of the three-year S class ask Ray back, even though they say they don't understand what they've heard now.

Even so, the students' gaze is directed towards Seto, who is sleeping on the floor of the gym next to Ray.

I played fully with my four-year S class students this morning - from Seto's point of view - and I was somewhat satisfied with them, and Seto is now falling asleep without any particular excitement.

Most importantly, that's because Ray's talking now, and if he'd told me to play, I'd be happy to get up.

All in all, what the students in the three-year S class should now have thought was the words spoken by the person standing in front of them more than Seto.

I recently came to this cadet school as a teacher, an alias rank b adventurer.

The person who crushed the students' consciousness, which tended to grow somewhat, until it became a piece of wood dust instead of folding.

It wasn't that long ago that I couldn't even hit an attack once and almost broke my heart.

But it's only been about five days since Ray came to this school.

But on the other hand, five days... I have a simulation class once a day, so it's been unilaterally ravaged five times now.

If we hadn't been the only ones seeing that, and if Ray hadn't heard that the four-year S-class seniors hadn't even made the offense a blur, it would have totally broken my heart.

"So, as I said now, today's mock warfare class isn't this gym, I'll do it outside. Not exactly a mock fight, but a snowball fight."

From the freezing state of thought, I guess I finally understood Ray's words.

One of the students in group S for three years opens his mouth with his hands up, though he is afraid.

"Uh, the... Excuse me, instructor. We're here for class, not to see you."

"Naturally I know that.... I'm telling you, it's not just a snowball fight"

I guess I had another bad feeling about that word. The students frown and wait for Ray's words.

(I knew there was a snowball fight in this world, too. No, well, it's usually a game I can come up with if there's snow, and even if there is, it's natural)

I listened to Grink about the snowball fight, and it was well confirmed that there was one.

However, Grink was somewhat reluctant that the snowball battle...... I mean play instead of a mock fight.

Still, when Ray convinces him, it will eventually break, reluctantly.

"First of all, this snowball enemy is between you."

"Does that... mean you don't have to fight Dr. Ray?

Ray nods back to the same words that the students ask earlier.

"Right. You don't have to fight me."

Obviously it was just a word that said there was a back, but mouth to the word that you didn't have to fight Ray, because of the thought that if you ask something poorly here you might have to do a mock fight with Ray...... or including that student.

"Except... for the team that was at the bottom of the snowball battle for that matter, as we intend to do because we have tough training ahead of us"

……

Many students have a convincing look instead of grieving at the words.

Naturally. I knew enough of Ray's rigorous training so far.

That said, it really couldn't all just end up having fun playing snowball because it was first predictable.

"The snowball rules are simple. Make a team of ten, unlike usual, for each one of you to create a position on the ground. And give each team a single flag. This is it."

That's what Ray took out was a flag with a cloth on a stick of wood about a meter long.

"The team that will be defeated or robbed of this flag will lose. There are forty of us, so we can have four teams. Team A and Team B first, then Team C and Team D, and the team that won the first round will make the final and the last team that loses will make the battle to the bottom"

A brief explanation of the tournament method gives Ray a glimpse of the students saying he has no complaints.

But by then, the students were already discussing with each other who they would incorporate into their team and what tactics they would take.

"Apparently, that's good. Then decide on a team."

Take action to align our team with Ray's words.

Ray strokes Seto as he sees how it goes.

"That's a very mean class."

He headed to Ray like that, and Grink called out.

Initially, Grink also objected somewhat to playing snowball like training for mock warfare, but still decided that by putting in rules such as preparing a flag and fitting it or knocking it down, it would be training for mass warfare. Ultimately, I accepted.

"Really? In the first place, this is a class. You can't just play."

"... right"

Glink pointing his gaze towards Seto, who is stroking Ray.

There is no colour of fear in its eyes that is afraid of Seto.

If it's normal, we can't abandon Griffon to his opponent so soon, but I guess he's just tasked with teaching mock warfare at this cadet school somehow around the corner where it can be done.

Most of all, if you see the sight of Seto being sweet on Ray, you'll soon understand that you don't have to be so scared.

Stroke Seto and the team will steadily decide even while we are having a conversation with Grink...... eventually all teams will be decided without taking a few minutes.

Having confirmed that, Ray quickly handed out a flag to each team to head outside.

Naturally, Seto is with us.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr"

Seto sounds his throat joyfully in the snow that began to fall.

I howl my throat about wanting to run around in the snow myself, but Ray stops it.

"I've been waiting for a while now. 'Cause I'll let you play it all out later."

"Gru......"

It was Ceto, who throats unfortunately at Ray's voice, but I guess he still makes a big deal out of it because he understands that Ray will never break his promise.

After stroking Seto's head like that, Ray names each team A, B, C and D appropriately.

"As we fight with A and B at first and C and D at next, attacks are snowballs only, and it is also forbidden to attack directly or use magic or skill all. Those who are hit by snow will leave as they are. I just don't disqualify you only when I slap you down with my hand. I'll see if I disqualify you."

Simple, but only easy to understand rules.

Those who could use magic complained about it, but Ray listens and opens his mouth.

"The time limit is twenty minutes. If time passes and both flags still seem to be left, the larger number of survivors wins. I'll do five minutes to create a position or decide on an operation. Begin"

Along with those words, both A and B teams head to the ground simultaneously.

Raise a flag, make a kabe out of snow to protect it, or build a wall where we hide ourselves in snow like a castle fortress.

I can't make anything convincing in about five minutes, but it was also true that it is still much better than nothing.

And it's been five minutes...

"It's time. Begin!"

A glimpse of the pocket watch taken from the mysteries before training for a snowball and renamed mass battle begins.

Most importantly, just because the start signal has been hung doesn't mean that both of them will move quickly.

If the game time passes, the larger number of survivors wins, so it was only natural to choose a method of combat where they would wait for their enemies in their positions.

Also, we haven't been able to create enough of our own positions in the first five minutes, so I guess that means reinforcement.

As a result, there is no way for each other to move even after the game starts.

"I knew this was happening"

"Right. It was exactly what Grink expected. I'm not wrong about this choice either..."

Because it was unfolding as expected, Ray was watching over what was going to happen, especially not saying anything.

That's how we end up building walls with snow to protect each other's flags, but still no aggressive engagement.

Looking to the pocket watch, it's been long enough since the snowball has already begun.

After checking the time, Ray opens his mouth to those playing snowball.

"When it's time for nothing to happen like this, we mock each other as punishment because we're not willing to fight each other enough. It should be noted that I am not only the opponent of the mock fight at that time... but Seto is also with me. If that's what you're going to do with that in mind, that's fine."

The moment I hear that word, both teams that were playing snowball move in unison.

Because he understood that the words that came out of Ray's mouth were never just his mouth.

In the classes that have been held so far, everything Ray does and so on has been done exactly as he did.

I'll do it if Ray says he'll do it, no matter how ridiculous that was in general.

Behavior because I understood that.

Each other takes plenty of snowballs and heads towards the enemy.

Where some distance has been reduced, walls are built with snow as temporary shields.

Of course we don't want each other to imitate each other like that, so we throw snowballs trying to stop it, but we have more than just the ability to say we're elite in the last three years than we've been in S-class with each other.

Besides, the method of attack is not called bows and arrows, but snowballs thrown with bare hands.

Naturally, the speed was not that fast, and it was lightly avoidable while building the walls.

There will also be overlapping bad conditions for snow scattering, but time passes without giving each other a decisive beating.

Not everyone is safe, of course.

There are quite a few things that hit snowballs with a little alarm, or with snow taking my feet off and slipping, or snow coming down into my eyes and blocking my vision.

Still, time passes as it is in the end...

"That's it!

The moment that word comes out of Ray's mouth, there are eight A team survivors, six B team survivors, and the Victory Goddess smiles at A team.

"Yay! We won! Take it away. This isn't just the bottom line!

"I did it, I did it! We survived!

Students on the A-Team scream with joy.

And the opposite of the winner's A-team was the loser's B-team.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

"Calm down! We just have to get to the bottom of this! I still have a chance. All you have to do is win the next fight!

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Oh, calm down. If you're so upset..."

"Take it easy, you calm down."

Imagine what we would see if we lost the next snowball fight... No, B-team students with blue complexion and mourning.

Watching such a sad and full of happiness, Ray turns his gaze toward the C and D teams.

"All right, team A and B pull over to the edge. Team C and D are next."

Follow Ray's instructions and each takes his or her own actions.

Twenty students across the street in the snowy ground.

Watching it, Ray screams out loud.

"Match, start!

What both teams took with that word was to move forward simultaneously except for one person with the flag and one of the escorts.

I guess it's because I understood in the game that there would be a painful punishment if I imitated that I just wanted to run out of time.

Hold the snow all at once and throw it at the target.

Some students don't throw snowballs themselves and are just dedicated to making them.

(You've been able to move much more efficiently)

It was Ray whining inside like he was impressed, but if the students found out about it, they would say out loud, 'It's your fault!' I would scream.

Or thanks to you.

It's unclear which it will be, but still, I'm pretty sure Ray is acting like this for a reason.

"Shit! We win! We will definitely win! You're gonna lose!

"Lose in peace! It's okay, because there's still another game to lose here!

"If you say so, you lose!

"Fuck you. Yeah, yeah!

"Die. Whoa!

"I wonder if I'm going to lose, or if I'm going to stop, or if I'm going to stop!

The battle taking place in an atmosphere of slaughter, which I don't think is playing snowball, was advanced in favor of the D-Team, which has students dedicated to making snowballs.

One, two, three, four, five and a diminishing C team.

Of course the D-team is not intact either.

Several of them have already fallen off after being hit by snowballs.

Especially since the number of opponents was decreasing, those who circled in to attack the flag directly were falling off in intensive attack at the next moment.

That's how time goes by...

"All right, twenty minutes. Right there..."

That's it. That's what Ray tried to say, twisting his body in an almost reflexive motion.

At the same time, an arrow that flew from nowhere penetrated the space where Ray was until a moment ago, filling the snow.