the third day of combat training with Basrero
　Again that day, Ray and Basrero were practicing battle in the backyard of the Baron Cisne family.

`You're out again to defend your feet!'

　Basrero, who is scooped up by the handle of a spear and rolled to the ground with his ground.
　Today alone, more than twenty times will have already been rolled to the ground. Even so, however, it can be said that children with high absorption are able to respond to attacks aimed at their feet in a reasonable way compared to the previous day.

(Or perhaps it was Muet's great-grandfather's sword talent.)

　mutter inwardly, and look at the baslero rising to the ground.
　There are two glances at the two men who are training in battle like that. One is a maid of the Cisne family, and at the same time, is waiting to be able to use recovery magic as soon as possible in the event of an injury. And the other belonged to Seto.
　Seth, who didn't follow her the day before, is here today because Ray told her that the dead trees in the backyard were being cleaned up and that Mireine didn't come to see her. The reason for the latter, however, may be that Sulnin and Eclil, who did not want to be asked to do so during the winter when it was snowing, forcibly stopped the Mireinu trying to break into the evening wheat-tea.
　If left alone, he would buy and give as much food as he could to feed the cet, and the reward he earned for killing the lizard was rapidly decreasing. When Sulnin noticed it, he could say that he was a staff member of the staff of the scorching wind.
　Under these circumstances, Seto had come to Baron Cisne's house to-day.

`Well, well, well... here we go!'

　Basrero, who keeps his breath in order and holds his sword again, reduces his distance with Ray.
　Ray's instruction in combat was to do as he had said, fighting simulatively.
　Normally, they teach people how to swing a sword or use a body in the form of a 'kata.' But Ray has come this far in his own way, as he said. For that reason, instead of teaching the heirs of the aristocracy how to fight, they repeated mock battles without reaching a conclusion they had chosen.

"Hello!"

　the tip of a sword thrust out with a shout of spirit
　The sharpness was sharper than yesterday, when he was distracted by defense.
　But still, it's dull compared to a full-strength blow, as it was on the first day, when he was so distracted by defense.

「……」

　Ray, who plays with the handle of a spear at the point of a silent projection.
　the point of a sword that was played as it was But from there was a difference.
　The bassrero takes advantage of the force of the sword to rotate extensively on the spot. Then, maintaining the same force, Ray's torso produces a flash of mowing sideways.

`Yes!'

　Ray opens his eyes slightly, as if impressed by the blow, and the next moment he turns his wrist and plays the blade with the handle of his spear.
　Shhhhhatch!
　The shrill sound of metal colliding directly with each other echoes around.
　If only the sound itself had been heard, Ray and Basrero's attacks would have sounded neck and neck and neck. However, there was a fundamental difference in physical abilities that he originally had.
　Ray found an iron spear in his hand, but there was no sword in his hand until a few seconds.

"It hurts!"

　His hands must have been numb by the impact of the hammering of his spear and his sword. Baslello crouches down to the spot, holding his right hand in his left hand.

"Baby boy!"
"Wait, don't move!"

　As soon as Ray sees Basrero running to the ground, he stops Asier's almost reflexive movement.

"But!"

　"Asier, who has a face that can be described as ""why do you stop me?"" and looks at Ray with a strong gaze."
　But the expression disappears quickly. Because a sword that had just been blown away by Ray fell from the sky halfway between Basrero and Assier and pierced the ground.

"That's enough, but I don't think you'll have to go because you're not particularly hurt."

　Asier runs to Basrero, ignoring such a voice coming out of Ray's mouth.

"Baby, are you okay? I'm going to do recovery magic right away.

　Saying so, Basrero gently presses his extended hand.

"It's all right, Assie," As the doctor said, there is no need for recovery magic for this kind of injury."

　In fact, Basrero's hand is not particularly injured. The numbness caused by Ray's swordplay is just hitting my hands. However, the numbness may have reached the core of my bones.

"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Oh, don't worry. The assier is more dangerous than that, so stay away. I still have a long way to go to practice."

　The numbness has not restored my grip yet, but I still reach for the handle of the sword that is on the ground. 　
　Asier looked anxiously at Basrero, but he must have thought he would be in the way of combat training if he stayed here. He gently nods at Ray with a gesture of apology and goes back to the place he was just at.
　Even after that, they continued to train many times, if not as much as the previous day, by being attacked and attacked with the handle of a spear or scooped up in a place where defense was weakly defended place.





　Day 4. Unlike the previous day, it was snowing heavily and it was impossible to train in the backyard. No, it might have been possible if you pushed yourself too hard, but in that case you might have hurt yourself if you didn't. Of course, combat training in bad weather should be done once you have acquired a certain level of ability, but the current Basrero is not at that level. I'm still as good as a beginner. No, it's more dangerous than a normal beginner because you know how to use a sword halfway through. Therefore, Ray, who does not feel the need to injure himself meaninglessly despite the magic of Asier's recovery, will conduct another battle drill to Basrero instead of a mock battle.

"Here we go,"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

　a short breathless bassrelo nodding to Ray
　They are now in the Baron Cisne's drawing-room, which Ray was admitted to when he first came to the estate.
　What he was doing in such a place was training Ray to throw a ball of paper at Basrero, who avoided it.
　Perhaps this is not too much of a risk, but the maid, Assie, is concentrating on housework, and she is not here.
　The heavy snowfall also left Sett in the stable.

"Look, I repeat this over and over again, but think of this ball as an enemy attack. Don't hit me!"

　Ray says so, throwing round, crushed pieces of paper at the bassrero.
　Basrero also tried to avoid it, but Ray threw paper balls at them quite fast, and if he could avoid them by half, they would have done well.

"As far as defending against your weaknesses is concerned, yesterday's mock game has improved somewhat. However, we still have an attack‐oriented situation. Also, this exercise has the effect of training your ability to see moving objects. Look closely at the paper ball and avoid it. Don't anticipate the direction of the paper ball and avoid it after you see it."
"Yes!"

　Ray tells Basrero, throwing paper balls in succession.
　Ray, by the way, did not think of this training himself. Because he could no longer train outside, he used to improvise based on the manga he was reading when he was in Japan. Ray himself knew that there were many absurdities for this, but he still kept throwing paper balls, judging that it was better than doing nothing.
　And it's obvious at a glance how harsh this exercise is when you see Basrero tottering to his feet, breathlessly. Even though it's paper after all, as long as it's rolled up, it's going to speed up. And as Ray threw the ball with his arms, there was little need for injury, but the superficial pain was considerable. Furthermore, he throws the paper ball in succession almost without a break, so Basrero doesn't want to suffer such pain, so he desperately avoids it. As a result, Basrero's reluctance to avoid seemed to replace his rapidly consuming physical strength.Day 5. Unlike the previous day, the weather is unusually good for winter, and the sun has been pouring sunlight down to the ground since morning, insisting on itself. Still, the temperature itself is winter, so it's still cold. In the meantime, today's battle training was back in the backyard.
　The defense I did in yesterday's training... or rather, the improvement in avoidance. And a rise in kinetic vision. Now that I've done these things, I've learned how to defend against magic, or avoid magic, in the next step.
　And today, too, Basrero is looking at Ray cheerfully. I got muscle pain from yesterday's training, but I'm not awkward in my movements because I'm using Asier's healing magic.

"Look, I'm going to use magic on you now. It's a ball of fire that doesn't burn when hit, but feels a little hot. You can assume that the points are the same as yesterday. to avoid it... or to intercept it with his sword."
"What? Teacher, my sword is not a magic item."

　Basrero almost reflexively tells Rey's words.
　In a sense, it was natural that Baron Cisne, a poor nobleman, had no money to buy expensive magic items.
　It's not all magic items... It's not all expensive, though. a metal with magical powers such as misrils and flaming ore in its ordinary dagger Or you could buy a magic sword for a reasonably low price if you used the processing method of magic stone coating.

"That's all right. This time I'm using a normal sword to interfere, so if you hit it, the flame will go out. The purpose of today's training is to get used to magic. Unlike yesterday's paper ball, it's a real magic trick, but it's adjusted. Whether you're an adventurer or a baron, the worst thing is to be surprised and unable to cope with the enemy's magic in a battle. Here we go."
"...Yes!"

　Basrero nods to Rey's words and holds his sword. Unlike a few days ago, the stance is not entirely offensive, but rather defensive. This is probably because Ray was just hitting Basrero's weak point.
　Pulling a death-size from the mystery ring, Basrero casts a spell while he is unconsciously fascinated by the strange weapon.

'Fire, soft thyself has a slight fever. Take my magic, and come out like a haze."

　At the same time as the spell is spun, a flame of about 30 cm is formed at the tip of a huge death-size blade. And...

"A faint flame"

　The spell is completed, and the next moment a fireball of about 10 cm is fired at the bassrero from the flame at the tip of the death size.
　However, the speed was very slow, as if a stone had been thrown lightly.

"What?"

　The speed of the bassrero exclaims in surprise. But when he soon comes to himself, he wields his sword down at the flames that came to him.

"Hey!"

　The sword, wielded down with a shout of spirit, would cleanly cut off the flames that had flown away, and then the flames would fall straight into the air.

"I did...? I did, doctor!"

　By casting off the spell, Basrero reveals his joy. Asier, who was watching the Ray's side of the house, also smiled happily.

"You know how to do it, don't you? You won't get burned if you touch it first, so you'll keep going like this way."
"Yes!"

　Basrero nods cheerfully to Ray's words and holds his sword again.
　After watching the situation, two fireballs are fired just a little faster than before.

"Yes! Hey!"

　One flash, two flash. Two fireballs are cut off in an instant. His sword muscles were rather sharp, whether he had trained so far specifically for the offense or had grasped something from his training with Ray in the last few days.
　However, it is only the beginning, and as the speed increases gradually or the number of fireballs increases, it becomes the best it can do to cope with them, or the fireballs begin to hit the body.

"Well, you don't have to cut everything with a sword. and avoid it, too."
"Oh, yes. All right!"

　Thus, the day ended up hitting Basrero many times with a fireball hit him.