Reyes came to the garden of the Cisne family to see how good Basrero is. For some reason, the rays saw Seto collecting dead branches.

"Well, doctor," What is the matter with this?"

　Basrero asks Ray unconsciously, but Ray doesn't have the words to answer the question clearly.
　That's why he shrugs his shoulders slightly, breathing like a fool.

"Well, I've never heard of a Gryphon having the habit of collecting dead trees," I don't think it's like building a nest.... well, maybe it's just because it's somehow in the way."
"Glu".

　That's right. I'm going to give you a whimpering set.
　There is no reason to bother collecting large dead trees scattered in the backyard in one place, except purely because they were a hindrance to lying down. Of course, Seto, a glyphon, is not soft enough to be wounded by dead branches, but that doesn't change the fact that dead branches stand in the way of lying on the ground. Therefore, it was right to put away dead trees for a comfortable time.
　It's not surprising, though, that you could tilt your head when it's snowing out and you're comfortable.

"Ah... because fortunately Seto seems to have cleaned up the dead tree, which is big enough to interfere with my exercise. Let's start for now. Are you ready, Basrero?"
"Ah, yes!"

　Basrero nods vigorously to Rey's words, even though Seto lies beside the collected dead trees and looks at Rey.

"Asier, you're cold here, aren't you?" You can go back into the house. I'll call you if you get hurt."
"No. It's a boy's training, so let me watch."

　Although he was an assier who created a relaxed atmosphere, he never withdrew from Ray's words.

"But I and Basrero are going to move around in mock battles, and you can't do that, can you? If you look at them in silence, they'll get cold, and I think it's the Basreroes who will be in trouble." for you are the only maid in the house."
"Well, that's true, but... but..."

　an assier looking anxiously at Basrero After all, they have only trained themselves in combat. It's my first time learning combat training, so I want to watch it, and most importantly, I think I need my own healing magic right away when I get injured myself.
　But the important thing is that Basrero shakes his head slightly and talks to the Assier.

"Asier, I'm all right, go back into the house." As the teacher said, if an assier catches a cold, a lot of trouble will arise."

　an Assier in charge of the household chores of the Baron Cisne If Ray and Basrero caught a cold as they told us, there was no doubt that in many ways it would be a disaster.
　Assier himself must have realized this through Basrero's words. He bowed to Ray without saying anything more, with a somewhat regretful look on his face.

"Well, I'll excuse myself," Ray, please take good care of my little boy. If you get hurt, please call me at once. I'll run wherever I am."
"All right,"

　After seeing Ray nod firmly, Asier returns to the house, looking anxiously at Basrero several times.

"You're loved."

　Ray tells Basrero with a smile, seeing off his back.
　In response, Basrero nods with a smile. The smile, however, should have been described as rather embarrassing.

"Asier is too much of a maid for our family. -- I want you to seek your own happiness."

　That's how you spin words that don't look like you're ten years old.

"Yes, but if you are stronger than you are now, you will not have to worry about getting hurt. Let's stop talking about it now. Are you ready?"
"... yes!"

　He replies loudly to Ray's words and draws the dagger he had hung at his waist.
　Even though it's the longest sword, it's a long sword for Basrero. For an ordinary adventurer, it would be like a middle-sword.
　Watching this, Ray pulls out his weapon from Mistilling. However, what came out of it was not a death-size weapon that could already be called Ray's symbol, nor was all the handle and ear tips of a dark green rose spear, nor was it a flowing dagger with blue jewels buried in the sheath. It was an iron spear Ray had previously seized from the bandits during his rank-up examination.

"...I hear that you use a scythe longer than your height."

　Basrero mutters slightly offended at the sight of the spear.
　To Basrero, it was no wonder that he seemed to have been left out of touch.

"Well, yes, I usually use death size, but unfortunately I don't mind this spear now. In the first place, this time's arrangement is to confirm how good you are. Then this iron spear will do."
"Well..."

　And when he hears Ray's words, Basrero flushes with anger and resentment.
　Even though he knows there's a difference in ability between himself and his opponent, it's still not interesting that Ray isn't serious.

"Then, if I can attack the teacher, will you really do it?"
"Oh... I see. Well, I don't mind doing that."
"Grull".

　Seth, who was lying on the snow watching the conversation between the two of them, could not help but cry.

"... Doctor, that Gryphon. Did you say set? What are you saying?"
"Well, what do you think?" I don't know exactly what Seto says either. It's nothing but nuance."
"That's all right," Tell me what the nuance was."

　You can almost tell what the song meant by the atmosphere of Seto. It's a nuance of it's a nuance.

"...you can't attack me even if heaven and earth are turned upside down."

　Of course, I don't understand Seto that clearly, but I don't think my words are that different from Seto's. That's what Ray says, thinking so.

"Oh!? ...All right." Then I'll make room for it and show it to you. -- here we go!"

　He must have judged himself to have been despised. When he calls out to Ray, he draws his sword from his waist and slashes at him.

"Hello!"

　a blow thrown down with a shout of spirit Ray averts the blow by pulling his right foot back into half."d*mn!"

　It must have been a confident blow, but Basrero bites his lips easily avoided. He wields his sword diagonally, as if he were cutting it up.

"Too,"

　Ray's metal crackling of the blade with an iron spear echoes around him.

(I made him use a spear! He might be able to attack me with this!)

　Basrero exclaims inwardly with joy, feeling the response, and cuts off the blade of the sword, swinging it down, cutting it up, and releasing a thrust.
　But the thrusts continue to be avoided and played. Basrero continued to draw out his sword blade for about a minute, but he could not deliver a blow that would hit Ray. And...

"He's not at home,"

　Along with Ray's muttering, Basrero, who had his legs cut off by the iron spear's butt, falls to the ground.

(Well, even though it's called naginawari, it's done in the butt of a stone, so there's no serious injury.) I don't have to worry about injury because I'm wearing a dragon robe.)

"d*mn!"

　Basrero falls to the ground, but soon gets up again and holds his sword.

"Well, I think we have a long way to go. Come on."
"Yes! Hi!Oops!"

　He nods to Ray's voice, kicks the ground again, holds his sword, and closes the gap.
　Avoid swinging down swords, or check the movements of Basrero by receiving, passing, and playing the spear's handle or butt.

(As for the movement, for a ten-year-old, it would be considerable. ...but it's still of the same age. Maybe it's time for a goblin to see if it's even... With that in mind, it's still difficult to live as an adventurer. Well, I don't think you're going to be an adventurer any time soon, and there's little likelihood of something happening soon, even if it's a muet?)

　Ray muttered privately, handling Basrero's attacks, but given the fact that his 10-year-old had learned so much by himself, he admitted that Basrero was certainly talented in swordsmanship. however

"Look, you're out of touch again,"

　The butt of the rock scoops up Basrero's foot, who is about to launch another attack.

"Wow!"
"What's wrong with you? Is it over.
"Not yet!"

　I guess I can't forgive myself for being well treated. stand up again, tightening one's lips

(This must be the evil of self‐taught.) Since he learned the swordplay by himself, no one pointed out that there was a gap under his feet. And because they don't point it out, I've developed a habit of growing up and neglecting my feet. A slightly intelligent monster would most certainly take the opportunity. and the gaps at your feet should be corrected first."

`Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh

　a bassrero that exhales hard but takes a deep breath to get his breath under control.
　Originally, it is only natural to take that crucial opportunity, but in this case it is a mock game to see how far Basrero can fight. Deciding that it is better for him to do so, Ray waits silently with an iron spear in his hand until Basrero is ready.
　And even Seto, who had been watching from a distance, would have judged that the end of this mock war was approaching. He watched their movements with round eyes.

"... Here we go!"

　Breathtaking Basrero uses his last strength to close the gap with his sword in hand.
　Bassrero has repeatedly avoided, played, and shouted at by Ray. A 10-year-old child must have been tired enough to run out of energy, but the speed at which he was able to squeeze in was the sharpest step he had seen today.

"Huh!"

　A flash of naginata is released, with a voice of spirit, with all one's real last strength. Of course the hard blow was taken by a ten-year-old. Still, the blow, delivered with all one's might, was a blow of force and speed that some adventurers of the rank G level would struggle to avoid.
　Ray feels the sharpness of the blow and takes a step back. For Basrero, it was an extremely timely blow, so the first step was an endless one, and the point of the sword passed Ray's eyes.

"Huh!"

　It was a blow on the handle of a spear that was released. Tangle a stone projection around the blade of a sword and twist it up.

"Oh!"

　The feeling of the sword disappeared from my hand in an instant, and I couldn't help but cry out. Then the next moment you hear the falling of a sword flying in the air a little further away.

"Oh, so easily..."

　He probably couldn't believe the blow that was easily struck. He repeatedly glances at his hand and at the sword on the ground, eventually turning an incredible glance at Ray.

"What, by any chance, were you going to give me a blow? I'm still an adventurer on the brink of rank C. I don't think it's easy enough for a child like you to do anything."

　Ray told me so, but it seemed as if he had forgotten that he looked about 15 years old and at the same time was quite a delicate figure for an adventurer in the world. After all, if you're about 15 years old, you're only about 5 years different from Basrero.
　However, the five‐year age gap between childhood and childhood is the biggest age gap. Even if you're one or two years old, there's a big difference in physical ability, but that's for five years.

"Well..."

　Still, he must have been confident in his sword skills. Basrero looks at Ray with a groan of vexation.
　Ray opens his mouth with a wry smile, patting Basrero on the head.

"Anyway, I got a general idea of my ability. for a week, including today."

　Thus Ray was hired by the Baron Cisne family to train for about a week.