The day after they decided to train Basrero in the Baron Cisne family. Having finished his breakfast a little earlier, Ray was bathed in the rare sunlight, but still walking on the snowy ground to Baron Cisne's house in the barony.
　Next to it, there's nothing like a set that's. There is also a reason why the backyard, which lay down the day before, was not very pleasing for the set, but the biggest problem is that the Mireinu stormed the evening wheat-tea for the first time in a long time. He bought a variety of food with the reward he received for his request to subdue the lizard, and charged the stables as usual.

(And yet, since he turned it down to me, he began to care for Seto, so it might be fair to say that he is growing up to some extent.)

　It's only early in the morning, so Ray mutters inwardly, stamping on the frozen ground and enjoying the sound of ice and snow crashing.
　Still, considering the Mire Dog's luggage he had brought for Seto, he was worried about how much more money was left to avenge the Lizardman.

"Well, if I really run short of money, I suppose I'll get some kind of request again with a burning wind."

　While thinking so, I feel a little sympathy for Sulnin and Eclil, who get involved in it.
　While thinking like that, he took out a guild card at the entrance to the baronet and headed in to the Baron Cisne.
　Naturally, the family head, son, and three maids live in a house, and there is no way that there could be a gatekeeper, so they open the gate and enter the premises. The day before, Muet told me he could go in as he wanted, because he didn't have the money to hire a gatekeeper.
　When I heard of it, I was dumbfounded by its defenselessness, but even Ray could not help but be convinced that there were few things that could be stolen.

(though he hides the most important things which would be really inconvenient to be stolen in their proper places.)

　Thinking this way, he knocks on the door of the house, and immediately an assier emerges from the back of the corridor.

"Welcome, Mr. Ray," It's a battle drill for boys from today, isn't it? Please be gentle with meek. If you get hurt, please call me at once. I'll use the magic of recovery... oh my gosh!"

　When he saw Ray, he smiled and bowed, but... he should have noticed the broom in his hand.
　After bowing down, there was a broomstick, and then the broomstick naturally hit the assier's forehead. In spite of the pain, the screaming Asier drops his broom to the floor.

"...are you all right?"
"Yes, yes... I'm all right..."

　Assier, whose forehead is red and whose eyes are slightly tearful, smiles when there is no problem.

"Well, the little boy is already ready, so I'll show you."
"No, it's yesterday's backyard without showing you around?"
"Yes, but... I've been told to show you around properly."
"...it would be better to treat my injuries than to show me around."
"Yes..."

　You must be aware that your forehead is red and swollen when you hit the broom. He mutters his face down in embarrassment, and the next moment a white light begins to appear in his hand. Then the light would shine on his forehead, and within seconds the bruises would disappear cleanly.

"Well, as I've heard, he seems to have a very good recovery magic skill."
"Oh, well... thank you very much. I've always had a lot of dodgers... I've been getting better at recovery magic before I knew it. Originally, it was only effective enough to heal minor cuts. Well, that's why I've improved, so I'm not getting much praise."

　Unlike the pain I mentioned earlier, Assie laughs shyly while hiding her face for shame.
　But Ray, who was listening to the story, shakes his head as if nothing was wrong.

"I don't care what happened to me when I became good at recovery magic. All that matters is the fact that you can use recovery magic. That's why I've decided that it's safe to train bassrero a little harder."
"Rae, Ray!? What's so bad about you..."
"I don't mean to annoy you," But it's true that a certain amount of danger is necessary to be strong."

(My strength originally resided in the Zepyle body from the beginning, but I've been through many battles with monsters and people to master it. With that in mind, Basrero, who gains strength to fight himself from scratch, is much tougher than I am. and that's when recovery magic should be useful.)

"By the way, first of all, I'd like to start training, so please show me to Basrero. No, it's in the backyard, isn't it?

　Ray, who thinks so in his heart, encourages the assier.
　Then, when he hears the words, he immediately nods and urges him to move on.

"Yes, I'll show you," Here... yuck!"

　Asier falls down on the spot, perhaps because he suddenly turned around. Looking at the situation, Ray was convinced that the maid was a dodgy girl.





"Good morning, doctor,"

　I was led to the backyard of the house, as Ray had expected. However, what is different from the previous day is that there were no dead trees all over the garden. I felt even more uncomfortable about the larger branches that Seto had put together, as they were yesterday.
　You must have understood what was surprising about Ray after seeing him like that way. Basrero glances at Assier with a smile.

"Actually, the assier cleaned me up yesterday because it was dangerous to play a mock battle here in that condition. ...I wanted to help, but the assier didn't let me do it."
"Of course, the boy is the legitimate son of the Baron Cisne family, and we cannot make him imitate cleaning!"

　He must be proud of his work. an assertive assier

"Asier... Baron Cisne is on the decline, I'm sure he'll collapse soon..."
"That's not the case! Your husband looks like him, but he can do his job. I am sure that he will be given an important post to the Count of Larkes."

(...looks like that...is that all right?)

　Rey, listening to Assie's words, thrusts herself inward.
　But perhaps this is the norm in this house. Baslello did not seem to be particularly intrusive, and the Baron family continued their conversation.

"Now that you mention it, what about Muet?"
"If it were your husband, he would have gone to the lord's house to work. Normally, I had a holiday for a week when Mr. Ray came, but fortunately, Mr. Ray came yesterday."
"I see. ... Well, then, shall we begin the training now?"
"Yes!"

　Basrero nods at Ray's words and draws his sword from the sheath of his waist.
　Asier looked anxiously at the situation... but seriously.
　Ray wondered if he didn't have to work as a maid, but when he saw Basrero saying nothing unlike yesterday, he concluded that some discussion had taken place in the Baron Cisne family.
　For Ray, the presence of Assier, who looked anxiously at Basrero, seemed to be a hindrance to his training, convinced him that he could use recovery magic immediately in case of emergency.
　Then he stops Basrero, who is about to attack him.

"Wait a minute for now," The first is yesterday's review. Do you remember me attacking you many times underfoot in yesterday's mock game?"
"What? ... Ah, yes. If you do it so many times, you'll never forget it."
"Well, do you know why I've been so focused on my feet?""Well, because my feet were full of gaps...?"

　Rey nods admiringly at Basrero's words.
　Even Basrero remembered it many times after yesterday's mock war. Of course, I didn't expect to beat Ray, an active adventurer, but I still practiced hard looking at the books left by Muet's great-grandfather. I thought that if I were to deal with Ray, who was not the real weapon, and who had a cheap spear that would obviously be sold at a local arms store, I could attack him. I'm proud that I've trained that much. Yet he had his feet scooped up by the handle of his spear many times and rolled to the ground so many times that it was ridiculous to count.
　After Ray left, he was found by the assier and taken to the bath, and then knocked into the bath heated by magic items, washing himself without any questions and answers, which was quite unexpected to Basrero.
　Basrero repeatedly remembered his mock battles with Ray, but the obvious conclusion was that his feet were full of gaps.
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　Rey nods to Basrero's words.

"Yes, I know you didn't go to a kenjutsu dojo, or you couldn't hire a kenjutsu instructor. That's probably why he practiced alone after reading the books that were left behind, but it's because of this that he grew up to be extremely biased toward attack."
"Well, that's..."

　Rey's words reminded me of Basrero.
　It is true that the content of the original book is rather offensive. But, of course, there was a description of the art of defense and how to train on it... after all, Basrero looks solid, but he's only ten years old. After all, it was inevitable to place more importance on good-looking offensive training than on plain defense training.

"Well, because I neglected my defensive training,"
"Well, that's true. Well, there's nothing we can do about it. It would be a different story if there was a person like a dojo or a sword instructor."
"But the boy was doing his best!"

　Assie screams defensively, perhaps because she feels that Rey's words are degrading Basrero.
　Heading to such an assier, Ray nods and opens his mouth.

"Of course I know it," Yesterday's mock battle fully understands how desperate Basrero has been in training. This is inevitable in a way as long as there is no teaching or guiding presence. and it's not such a bad thing to be biased toward attack."

　I remember the thrust of Basrero that I saw several times in yesterday's mock battle.
　The power itself was still a long way off due to muscle strength, but the speed and sharpness of it was as easy to kill as a goblin.

"Well, as a matter of fact," So, in the mock battle from now on, I will attack what I think is your weak point. Of course, attacking people with the highest priority is the thing you have to do with your feet, but that doesn't mean you don't attack anyone else."

　He tells Basrero, taking the same iron spear from Mistilling as yesterday.

"Yes! It's a defense under your feet. I see, I'll try to be careful about that to-day."
"Oh, ... well, that's it. Come on!"
"Here we go!"

　With that voice, as he did yesterday... no, Basrero is closing in a little more quickly than yesterday. But in the moment we move on to the attack, we see something awkward. Even the thrust, which Ray praised earlier, is somewhat awkward, albeit only for a moment.
　Ray understood the reason. The defense that was pointed out...is also an awkwardness that comes from paying attention to the lower part of the foot.

"Look, you're so focused on defense that you don't know what to do with the attack! It's your strong point, so do your best too! To slow down the attack, you have to aggressively attack the opponent so that he doesn't want you."

　As he spoke, he tried to scoop up Basrero's feet with the handle of his spear...
　Shhhhiss!
　Basrero plays with his sword the handle of the spear stretched under his feet.
　For a moment, it's a joy to be on your face. however

"I don't think the enemy's attack will end with a single blow!"

　Taking advantage of the impact, the handle of the spear is drawn in a large arc in the air, heading to the opposite leg of Basrero's defense, and scooping up again.
　By movement alone, Ray is bigger. Therefore, Basrero tried to turn the blade of the sword to the other side, but by Ray's own physical ability it was quicker to swing the spear in a larger circle than to move the sword.

"Wow!"

　a bassrero that falls to the ground screaming
　And, looking anxiously at it, Assie stands still so that she can always use the magic of recovery.
　Thus the second day of combat training passed.