A training ground at the back of the guild, where Ray was facing fellow test participant Spelvia as a member of the team who was taking the rank-up exam.
　Ray's hand has his usual death size.and he held a long sword in his hand.

"It's just a mock game, I'll tell you.This is to learn about each other's ability, or their peers' ability, in order to destroy the band of thieves, which is the real stage of the ranking exam.Don't get too hot."

　At Gran's words, Ray, Spelvia and everyone present nod.

"Do you have any questions?"

　When Gran asks so, Ray exclaims.

"I will ask you that my fighting style is basically a combination of Seto and me, but is that not possible?"
"Of course, it wouldn't be a normal game to bring a Gryphon into your ranks D or E.No, no, I'll tell you, it's forbidden to use a Gryphon in the annihilation of a band of thieves.No matter how good your skill may be, does it not always mean that you have a Gryphon on your side? I will ask you to take part in this examination yourself."
"Oh, I suppose you won't hear that Tame is my power, too."

　Of course, when he sees Gran nodding, he breathes a little sigh and faces Spelvia with his death size.
　Even if I were Ray, I would have been lucky if you could listen, so I would observe the other person without worrying about it.

(...heh)

　Then he confronts Spelvia, who is armed again, and exclaims inwardly.
　for the gesture of holding the sword was in the hall.Of course, there were many gaps compared to the Mile Dogs who had been with him in the Oak expedition, but he was still a much more skillful user than the Allogan, who had relied entirely on the offensive power of the sword.
　In the same way, the spelvia confirms the state of Ray with the death size to raise the alertness.

(He called himself a magician, but... he was the type who had a greater share of warriors.That's pretty good, too.Even if we face each other like this, we can't find a chance to hit.But his weapon was that huge sickle.If you jump into your pocket, you'll find it hard to deal with it, then!)

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　He approaches Ray to kick the earth at the maximum speed he can do.

(I'll put it in my pocket if I get the first blow.and you'll have a chance of winning!)

　She thinks inside for a moment and concentrates her attention on the huge sickle when she sees the first movement of death size that Ray moves.

"Here!"

　As soon as Spelvia enters Ray's room, he tries to pass the blow that was thrown sideways with a long sword.
　Trying to catch and pass the death-size blade... the spelvia himself is blown away by the longsword that collided with the death-size blade, unable to resist the overwhelming weight of the blow.

"Oh!"

　After flying straight to the side of the ground for nearly 10 meters, he finally stopped the movement by shaving the ground while bouncing several times.
　The whole training camp was hushed up by the sheer blow.

"d*mn it... What's this blow?"

　Even so, he must have taken the rank-up examination.Spelvia stands up with his sword as a support and walks towards Ray, wobbly with this blow.
　Ray watched it with some surprise.

"Why, after that blow, do you still stand up?"It's a little unexpected. ... Do you want to do it yet?""Of course... of course!"

　I lost my balance with my staggering legs, but I was about to take advantage of that power to try again...

"That's it!"

　Gran's voice stops Spellvia from moving.

"I can still do it, Examiner,"
"With those unsteady feet? As I said at the beginning, this is a mock battle, and it's just to know the ability of my colleagues to work together to get rid of thieves."
"... All right,"

　Spellvia breathes heavily and moves back to its original place, still limping.
　When Ray saw it, he also headed a short distance from Spelvia.

"...did I dream? It looked like someone had blown right beside me."
"No, it's not a dream.It's real. Look over there.There are clear signs of rubbing on the ground."
"Well, that scythe itself is huge on the side, so I understand that it's quite heavy and destructive, but Ray is that small, or rather delicate, and how can he be that strong?"I mean, that's a lie, isn't it?"
"Well, I expected it,"
"Do you expect it?"
"Oh, think twice.He's defeating Rank B Monster Oak King, isn't he? That's the normal Rank E... No, it was Rank G at the time. Anyway, there's no way such a low-ranking adventurer could defeat Oak King."
"Oh, well, if you say so, it is true that ... but regardless of appearance, weapons are handled first-class, and physical ability is first-class.Do you follow the Gryphon of Rank A Monster to your bonus and use the magic of fire at the same time?...if I could get him into the party, it would be a great help...

　The adventurer with the sword muttered as he looked at Ray.
　But the adventurer with the spear shook his head.

"There is no doubt that it is a first-class product in terms of military strength alone, but it is said that it is very strong."
"Are you strong?"
"Oh. A typical example is a fight with a hawk's claws on the first day of guild registration."
"Now that you mention it..."
"It may be very combatable, but I'm the type who doesn't obey the party leader's orders unless I'm satisfied with it."

　While listening to the conversation, Gran, who was at the scene of a quarrel with Falcon's claws, opens his mouth again.

"Next, arogan and culotte. Move forward."
"She's a woman,"
"Hey, just because you're a woman! Don't underestimate me.Even if I look like this, I have the ability to take the rank-up examination."Culotte bites the muttered alogan.Gran gazes at them and sighs.

"Allogan, what an adventurer needs is ability.It's not your gender. Culotte, you too.It seems that Ray was on the table in the conference room, but if you want to work as a Rank D adventurer at least, that lack of coordination is a problem."
"...hmm,"
"I'm sorry,"

　Allogan laughs at Gran's comments and Culotte apologizes honestly.and the magician and the dagger, Currotte, face each other.

"As I said to Spelvia, this mock battle is to confirm each other's power.Don't get too hot. . . ."

　With the signal to start, Culotte moves forward with a quick body movement characteristic of a thief.
　To counterattack him, he drew his own magical sword from the sheath.
　Before the start of the mock battle, Alogan had a derisive attitude toward Currot, but his eyes were alert.No, rather, he observed his actions with a serious expression.

"Huh!"

　Culotte, who had heard at the time of his introduction that it was a very high-level magical sword in his possession, fought before the sword's power was demonstrated... no, he tried to.
　with a sharp cry the point of the thrusting dagger.If it had been as Culotte intended, Allogan would not be able to cope with it and would have had his neck thrust into the neck.
　However, in reality, there is no figure of an arogan in front of the point of the sword.Did you read Culotte's aim, or did you make an intuitive decision?Leaping backward with a sharp kick, Alogan kicks the ground again and turns to the side of Culotte's neck the next moment after Culotte's attack.
　Culotte gasps at the sight of the charming black blade held against her neck.

"That's it. The winner, Arogan!"

　Gran's voice echoed round him, and when Alogan heard it, he took the magical sword from the neck of Culotto and put it into a sheath.
　Currotte, whose confidence in herself has been shattered in a way that can be said to be instantaneous killing, returns to the side of Scola, with a face as if she had suppressed her frustration.
　Alogan was about to follow him, but Gran called out to his back.

"Is the magic sword effective in increasing physical strength?"
"Well, that's the place,"
"Well, then I think we'd better take back what I said.You may say that you have used the sword well enough."
"...but he flatly rejected me."

　muttered Alogan, looking at Ray, only in his mouth.
　The battle between Ray and Allogan a few days ago.At that time, though he challenged himself by strengthening his physical abilities with the power of a magical sword, he suffered a humiliating defeat by being easily weaponized.and the battle struck down the heart of Alogan, who was confident in his power and even arrogant.Yes, like the culotte in front of your eyes.

"I don't think you need to worry too much about him because he's out of the box in the first place... well, go back."

　Gran's words make him look at Ray for a moment, but he immediately turns away and returns to where he was.
　and seeing him off, the two adventurers with swords and spears discuss their impressions of the battle.

"What do you think of the battle?"
"Well, yes.Isn't it inevitable that she's a thief in the first place? Then it's crazy to have a head-to-head fight with that monk, who's ain't it?I already have a magical sword.""Well, the warrior's job is fighting, but the thief's job is reconnaissance, releasing traps, and so on, so it can't be helped."
"But if that face passes the rank-up exam, it will be the bandits who are highly solicited."
"Oh,"

　Warriors and bandits. The vast majority of bandits are registered in the guild, and there are few bandits.
　Thieves require more technical skills than warriors.In spite of this, unlike the warriors who are active in battle, there are few opportunities to see the light of day.Therefore, there are few adventurers who aim to become thieves, and they are rare, if not as many as wizards.

"Now, then, it's the last mock game.It's a scola and a feeling.Come forward. Ah, and the feeling is like fighting with magic, not with bow."
"I'll do my best."
`Spiritual magic only?'

　At Gran's voice, Schola and Filma move forward.Scorah's simple face was filled with the will to win.Feelma put his bow and arrow-barrel on the ground with little change in his expression.
　They face each other in such a situation, but before Gran gives a signal to start, Schola opens his mouth.

"You say you're going to use spirit magic, but do you like magic engines?"

　Schola looks at his cane and calls out to his fiemas.
　At Schola's words, Fierma nods with a small smile.

"Yes, I don't need an engine like you to use spirit magic.as long as we can communicate and be friends with the Spirit."
"Oh, it's convenient, isn't it?I hope... can we use it?"
"I don't know.It may be possible if you see the Spirit, listen, and be friends."
"That's all I've got to say.I'll tell you that this is a mock battle to check each other's ability, so that we don't get too hotter than we need to be. ... Well, get on with it!"

　As soon as Gran's signal is given, Schola begins to cast a spell with his cane toward the fierma.
　Likewise, Firma calls upon his friend, the Spirit.

"The wind turns into an invisible arrow, and thrusts it into a person who stands in front of you."

　Schola's spell lied the world and created an unseen arrow in front of it.

"Wind Arrow!"

　Several arrows are released as soon as the magic is completed, and they attack the field as arrows that do not appear to have been in the spell.But...

'Spirit of the Wind, please defend yourself,'

　The spirit of the wind responds to the short words uttered by the mouth of the fierma by creating a barrier to the wind centered on the fierma.
　Wind Arrow, trying to break through the barrier, broke through the wind barrier, but after a few seconds of antagonism it was the wind barrier that remained after Wind Arrow broke down.

'Spirit of the earth, break his feet,'

　As soon as the wind barrier disappears, the feeling reopens.calling not to the spirit of the wind, but to the spirit of the earth.

"Oh!"

　At the sound of his voice, Scola immediately leaps.The next moment, as if it had been a pitfall, the ground caved in for a few centimeters.Watching the scene, he chants a spell against the fielma with his cane which he had held again at the place where he jumped back.

"Water, turn into a whip and hit my enemy!"

　The spell brings water to the hands of the scola and turns it into a whip.

"Waterwip!"

　With the completion of the spell, the water that turned into a whip is lifted up... and then shaken down!
　but Fierma, with his light movements peculiar to the Elves, avoids the blow of the whip, and moves forward to shorten his distance from Scola.

"Spirit of the Wind, Spirit of the Earth.Give him a warning.'
"...what?"

　Schola tried to shake a water whip down at the feeling which was approaching him, but suddenly he realized that soil had gathered under his feet and at the same time the wind had caught him and that he was stuck.
　and the moment he tried to do something about the soil and wind that stopped him from moving.There was already a figure of a fierma in front of him, with his palm pointing toward the scola.

"That's it! Winner feeling!"

　At the same time Gran's voice echoed through the training ground, and all the mock battles were over.