the sixth day of Basrero's combat training On this day, Ray and Basrero. And Sett was not a rare sight of Baron Cisne, but of the city.
　The weather continues to be fine yesterday, and the two of them are making their way to their destination in the bright sunshine.
　But of course, if Ray and Sett were walking around the city, someone would call out to them.

"Oh, it's Ray, isn't it?" It's been a long time. What should I do? Should I buy it as usual?"
"Oh, Ray. Today's sandwiches are mainly galm birds. What do you do?"

　A lively old man in his 50s who sells skewers at a stand or a woman in her 20s who sells sandwiches at a stand next to him is offered a Galmese sandwich.
　By the way, galm birds are chicken monsters. The fatal flaw of not being able to fly is that the attack itself is as good as crunchy toenails, and even rank G adventurers can easily knock it down, and the meat tastes good, making it literally a delicious monster for low rank adventurers.
　Being approached like that, they walk around town buying skewers and sandwiches as usual.

"Here, Basrero," You should eat, too."

　Say so, and pass freshly baked fan boa skewers to Basrero.
　Next to it, Seto was gurgling at a galm bird sandwich.
　When Basrero saw it, he thought privately that he was eating together for a moment, but he didn't have the courage to ask it, so he went along the street quietly with Ray.

(Oh, it's good.)

　While happily eating freshly baked fangboa skewers that are still dripping with fat.
　Then he went straight down Central Avenue, until the adventurer's guild arrived.

"... Doctor? I haven't decided to be an adventurer yet."

　Baslello panickedly calls out to Ray, who is about to break up with Seto and head into the guild as usual.
　But Ray puts his hand on such Basrero's head reassuringly.

"I'm not here to register you as an adventurer. I mean, you wouldn't let a child like yourself be registered as an adventurer."
"Oh, that's right. -- Whooo!"

　Basrero, who hears Ray's voice and breathes a sigh of relief.
　She smiles and puts her hand on the guild door.

"What I have to do to-day is... a guild training ground."

　So Ray walks into the open guild, accompanied by Basrero.

"The training ground?"

　Basrero also follows Ray with his head tilted.
　There is Baron Cisne's backyard, if only to train. Of course, you can't run around that much, but it's still a certain amount of space. Nevertheless, Basrero didn't understand why he came all the way to the guild.
　Still, he followed Ray into the guild without any particular complaints because he still has respect for him after all his combat training. ...I don't know what would happen if Ray discovered that the way he trained his avoidance and defense in combat training yesterday and the day before yesterday was something he remembered from the comic book.

"Wow... this is Gil... Do?"

　As soon as he entered the guild, Basrero almost exclaimed with admiration, but soon his expression was as if he had seen something strange. After all, the buzz is only coming from the bar that is attached to the guild. There are only a few people in the vicinity of the reception of the guild. Ray, who had already moved to talk to the receptionist, was there, but there were about four people including him.

"Well... what?"

　As he looks around confusedly, he suddenly sees an adventurous figure approaching him, and Basrero stays there waiting for his companion.
　They'll approach you, so you'll have something to do with them. I made that decision, but it was right in a way and wrong in a way.

"Why are you here, kid?" Come home and smoke my breast."
"What!? What did you just say?"

　The sudden insult blushes Basrero's cheeks.
　In particular, it was bad to mention the word "mother." For Basrero, his mother had not already existed when he realized it. In other words, he is the one he admires. There was no way I could keep silent because I was made fun of for such a longing existence.

"Huh? Didn't you hear me? The boy is telling me to go home."

　a blatantly derisive drunkard And when the drunkard sat at the table, his companions saw Basrero turning red with anger, they laughed as if it was a good side dish.

"What!"

　He reached out to the sword at his waist. . . .

"As soon as I take my eyes off it, it's like this."

　A hand extending from the side holds Basrero's sword sheath with a sigh.

"Oh, no. It's all right to drink and make merry, but don't act ugly."
"Ah!? What are you so proud of?"

　Because he's drunk, Ray is there... he probably doesn't realize that he's one of the adventurers in the city of Gillum that he shouldn't get involved in. a man who glares at a cheeky opponent who interrupts his pleasures with all his bragging strength.
　However, the male companions watching it changed from a pleasant smile a few seconds ago to a twitching smile, and soon recovered from moderate intoxication. Yes, the men's companions were not yet completely drunk, unlike the man involved in the bass-relo. That didn't make him look so good as to overlook Ray's presence.

「……」

　Ray glints at the men like aghastly look. Understanding the meaning of the gaze, 'Do something about the man in front of you,' the men rush out of their chairs and come to Ray's side.

"Hey, Praige. Don't get drunk, either."
"Yes. Do you know who you're involved in?"
"Well, come over here, anyway. You know what happens if you get drunk and make a fuss here?"

　The drunken man casts a suspicious glance at his companions.

"Oh? Do you think I'll have enough trouble with this kid?"
"Well, I see," Here we go. I'm sorry, boy. He was drunk, too. Besides, I didn't even know that the priest was Ray's acquaintance. Forgive me for this. It's a nuisance."

　One of the men takes a piece of silver out of the pocket of a man called Plage and hands it to Basrero.

"Why, why are you taking my wallet without permission?"Plage tries to call, but the next moment he is held in the mouth by his fellow men and pulled straight to the table.

「……」

　The man bows his head with a wry smile at Basrero glaring at him silently.

"Look, I'm sorry," We're stupid enough to quarrel with Ray's acquaintance.Well, for God's sake, will you take this and hand me?"

　For a man, he knows that he is a hawk's claw who has been robbed of all his money after he had had a fight with Ray. If, therefore, the price of Ray's acquaintance was a piece of silver -- not his own gold -- then it was a blessing.

"Take it,"
"But, sir, "

　Basrero looks displeased at Ray's words, but he loses his gaze and accepts the silver coin that was offered reluctantly.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I'll tell him exactly when he's sober."

　So he goes back to the bar.
　After seeing him off, Ray let out a sigh and went to the back door of the guild. Then you get out of there and head to the training ground.
　Basrero also followed Ray with an unconvinced expression.





"Mr. Ray!"

　Ray and Basrero arrived at the training ground. Then one voice welcomes Seto, who has followed them, perhaps because he was free.
　The main voice was a yellow-haired man who looked a little older than Ray. and a thin sheath dangling from its waist that would not have fit a long sword.

(Estock? You seem to have a very special weapon... Is it your friend? You're probably an adventurer as long as you're here.)

　Bathrero muttering inwardly while looking at the person who greeted us.
　Without particular concern for Basrero's doubts, Ray raises his hand to the person at the training center.

"Hasta, I'm sorry to call you all of a sudden."
"No, don't worry. I have to be careful to accept requests during the winter, and most importantly, I need to go hunting monsters in that condition. I'd rather ask them to move my body."
"...Isn't it hard to kill monsters solo in winter?"

　Raised in the mountains of the Tohoku region, Ray decided not to be asked to kill monsters this season. However, when Hasta, who is inferior in combat power than himself and has no partner like Seto, is told to do it, he is worried and says so.
　Hasta shakes her head with a wry smile at Ray's words.

"Of course I'm not thinking about soloing at this time of year because I'm so reckless. We're having a special party with people who are a little short of money, aren't we? Well, that's all I'm going to say... that's her?"

　a hustler looking at a bassrero

"Oh, at the request of the guild, we are going to have combat training for about a week. Bassrero, this is Hasta. He's a solo Rank D adventurer. After yesterday's training, I negotiated with them to help me with today's training."
"Nice to meet you! My name is Baslello Cisne. I'm getting Ray to train me in combat!"

　Hasta's eyes open to Basrero, who bows his head flat.

"Having a family name means..."
"Oh, he's the heir to the baron family."
"It's like... such a noble man would often train in battle against Mr.

　Knowing that Ray's prey is Death Size, a huge sickle, Hasta unwittingly turns his gaze to Basrero. But Basrero's hanging from his waist is a little short, but still a sword. It's definitely not a death-size scythe.
　You must have understood the meaning of the gaze. Ray laughs bitterly in spite of himself.

"Well, that's why I'm going to ask Hasta to help me to-day. I can't use a sword, so I can't help but teach it in a distorted way. It's my own way in the first place."
"If I were to say that, my swords were taught to me by an adventurer's senior, and I heard that he had mastered swordsmanship in some other school..."
"Thank you very much!"

　Basrero, listening to their conversation, bows his head wide.
　Even Basrero understands that Ray's training is his flesh and blood, partly because it taught him the importance of defense and avoidance. Still, it is true that Ray's weapon is a scythe, which is not enough for Basrero, who uses a sword.
　...but if I were to say that to Ray, I would be so thoroughly tortured that I wouldn't be able to say that I wasn't it?

"All right, then I'll be your partner. Is it a mock game?"
"Yes, that's what I've been taught."
"Well, come on, then."

　Slurry, says Husta, pulling his own etch out of the sheath.
　Basrero holds his breath without a moment's pause in his position. Still, he turned to Ray and drew his sword from the sheath of his waist when he saw him nod.

(Is this a Rank D adventurer other than a teacher? It's very powerful.)

　He exclaims with admiration inside, and screams loudly to inspire himself, even though he is constrained by the fact that he is always ready to stick out an estock.

"... Here we go!"

　With that voice, I kicked the ground and paused for a flash. It was a blow because we judged it was almost impossible for an Estock, a weapon specialized in thrusting. It's true that the blade is very thin, and it's hard to catch a sword. But then you just have to accept it.
　Hasta takes a step back and chooses to avoid, rather than look particularly surprised. The moment Basrero's sword passed before him, he quickly stepped out and stuck out his estock, and the next moment his point was pointed at him in a position where he could or might not touch the neckline of Basrero.

"The attack is rather sharp, but you're too conscious of it. We should be a little more aware of defense."

　Thus the sixth day of training passed like Basrero, who was tossed about by Hasta's sheer sharp attack, Ray, who was occasionally on the side, and Seto, who lay half asleep on the ground.