Day 7. Ray and Basrero were heading to the Guild's training ground again today.
　I had refused to Lenora in the guild before using the training ground, but fortunately, it was only natural that there were no drunkards associated with Basrero today, in Basrero today.

"Teacher, are you with Hasta today?"

　On his way to the training ground, Basrero asks Ray, who shakes his head slightly.

"Hasta is not so high in rank, but he is busy in many ways."

　That's what Ray says, explaining that he's picking the meat of a monster for use in the cafeteria he's running at home.

"Oh... Mr. Hasta is also a family man."

　I understood Hasta's feelings very well, because I value her father Muet and her maid, Assie.

"Well, that's why Hasta should be out of town today. with the other money-poor adventurers."
"Then, will you just train with your teacher at the training ground today? But then in my backyard..."
"Don't worry, I have a special guest today."

　As he says so, Ray turns to the training ground.
　There was a female warrior wearing a leather armour made of monster skin.

「……」

　For a moment, Basrero was captivated by the dignified beauty of the scene, but the next moment it collapsed.
　The moment she saw the Rays party, the woman rushed in at an incredible rate for Basrero.

"What!"

　With so much speed, I tried to draw the sword from the sheath with a sense of crisis... and Ray stopped me with a wry smile on my lips.

"Teacher?"
"No problem. He's always like that."
"Seto-chan, Seto-chan, Seto-chan! How have you been? Aren't you hungry? Let's eat together today, too!"

　The rapidly shrinking female warrior -- the Millerine -- walks past Ray and Basrero as if they were out of sight and hugs Seto's neck, who was following him from behind.

"Grull".

　They take such a mireine as if they were already used to it, and rub their faces against it.

"Well... Doctor?"

　The image of a dignified female warrior that I just saw has changed completely, and Basrero calls out to Ray in a somewhat bewilderedly.

"Oh, don't worry," You've got this in your set. It's always like this when I see Seto."
"...are you all right?"

　As he looks at Mireneu, hugging, rubbing her cheek and stroking her back, Basrero unconsciously asks Ray.
　When asked such a question, Ray nods with a wry smile.

"Well, it's no wonder I'm worried just looking at this, but it looks like I'm the leader of a Rank C party. Especially weapons, as you can see, are swords, so I think they are the best match for Basrero."
"Rank C!"

　a bassrero screaming in spite of Ray's words It was because it was very unlikely that the female warrior who was debauching against Seto was a higher-ranked adventurer than Ray.
　And perhaps Ray understood Basrero's feelings. He looks at the Mire Dog, who is playing with Seto, with a wry smile that he had just floated.

"Personality and ability are typical examples of him. In fact, there is no doubt that he is a good swordsman. ...I don't think the winning percentage will be less than 90 percent if you play a mock game against Hasta yesterday. ...I think it's the first time we've got two Hustas, and it's about equal."
"So..."

　He must have been dumbfounded at his gaze. The Mire Dog finally turns away from Seto to Ray.

"Well, Cohong, you've been saying a lot, but it's the Mire Dog who's been going out for your training today. Thank you very much."
"Yes! I'm glad to have someone who is higher than my teacher train me. Thank you very much!"

　Baslello bowed vigorously, but the words that came out of his mouth twitched his cheeks.

"Well, I told you Basrero," I'm certainly ranked higher than Ray there Ray. But, you know, what I don't want wrong about is that Ray is a kind of substandard. Don't get me wrong, even though I'm ranked lower than you, because it's just about as strong as I am."

　The Mire Dog tells her that she cannot live without being considered as strong as Ray.
　In fact, we knew best how substandard Ray was because we recognized that the adventurers who had worked with Ray for the longest time in the city of Gillum were their own scorching winds. If all adventurers above Ray's rank, D, are considered to have such absurd abilities, the city of Gillum becomes a gathering of monsters. Bassrero nods, as if driven by the force of the Millerine, who was half-reflectively convinced.
　Ray was watching them, but eventually clapped his hands and attracted their attention.

"Well, that's all there is to it. But Mile Dog, are you ready?"
"Of course. You don't forget the reward, do you?"
"Oh,"

　They naturally need a reward because they brought in an unrelated Mireinu to help them with their requests. As with yesterday's Hasta, there was no problem in terms of coordination in the winter battle, but it's just a special case. Ordinary adventurers are basically closed for the winter.

"Huh, date with Seto, date with Seto. a date with Seto Date with Seto-chan."

　The Miredog draws a sword from its sheath, repeating the word as if it were a broken radio. Ray notices that the sword is different from the one he used when Seto was transferred by a metastase.

(Perhaps he bought a new one for the reward he received at that time, or something... he spent a lot of money.)

　In the first place, Miredogs were not so extravagant in spending money. But after meeting Seto, who had captured the heart of a millennium dog in one shot, he began to spend a lot of money feeding him -- a loving insert. Then the sense of spending money to be caught changed slightly, and the result was a new sword now in the hands of the Mireine.

"Oh, doctor... I'm afraid of something."

　Basrero hugs Ray with tearful eyes at the appearance of the Miredog, but Ray opens his mouth as if nothing had happened.

"Don't worry, I don't care." And if you're an adventurer, it's possible to fight against such a passing partner. I think it's a training to get used to it."
"...I feel like I'm losing my desire to be an adventurer."

　a bassrero murmuring But I guess that's how he changed his mind. draw one's sword from the sheath of one's waist and stand up for a mire dog

"Here we go!"
"Yes, come on,"

　They talk to each other, and the next moment Basrero kicks the ground and closes his relationship with Mireine with a sword in his hand.
　First of all, it's a substitute for greeting. Then, I let it go. Unlike yesterday's thrusts, they were sharper than ever after Hasta taught them how to make thrusts using Estok. But..."It's sweet. If you're going to shoot, at least put a little more emphasis on speed."

　A metallic click is heard, and the next moment Basrero realizes that his sword has disappeared.

"...what?"

　Bathrero turns his eyes to his hand without thinking nothing of it. But, of course, there is no sword there. Then, a few seconds later, you could hear a sword bouncing up to the right of the bassrelo.

"What's wrong with you? Do you want to stop now?"

　a mireine who throws some provocative words Then Basrero quickly picks up the sword lying on the ground.

"Not yet! Let's move on!"

　He faces the Miredog again with his sword in his hand and makes room for it. This time, instead of approaching me carelessly as I mentioned earlier, I looked at the Miredog as if I were observing it.

"What's wrong with you? You're not coming? Then I'll go first."

　a sword attack with the voice Miller dogs are originally swordsmen who excel in speed and skill rather than strength, but they still excel in strength more than ten-year-old Basrero. Basrero manages to prevent the sword from being wielded, but every time a shock occurs, his hands become numb. And of course, there's no way we can prevent an attack forever in that situation like that way.

"Yes, that's it,"

　He managed to prevent a blow that had been struck sideways, but in the next moment he turned his wrist back and the point of his sword was pointed at his neck.

"... I'm at it."
"Well, you seem to be bad at defense. With your physique, you can't imitate preventing an attack with force, so learn how to ignore it, not with the blade. You know? When a sword is swung like this, don't hold it vertically, just shift it slightly. so that I can take some of his strength away."

　While explaining, I'll demonstrate how to react to an attack with my sword. Be careful not to miss it, Basrero concentrates on the movements of the Millerine, trying desperately to absorb them.
　The Basrero had no idea that the person in front of him who had already taught him practical skills had something suspicious about him.

"Well, like this?"

　a bassrero with a sword point slightly oblique, imitating a miredog Seeing it, the Mire Dog nods and smiles.

"Yes, that's what it looks like. Now, all right? Let's go again."
"Yes!"

　Leave each other and bump into each other again. Then, as before, the sword of the Miredog was slashed sideways, and Basrero tried to accept it with a slight slanting of the blade as he had been taught... in the next moment, he was defeated by a blow from the Miredog and the sword he had held was thrown away.

"Now, relax too much. You can't put too much effort into it, but you can't take it out too much."
"Well, how much strength should I use to hold it?"
"It depends on the individual. I've failed so many times that I have no choice but to make trial and error. Here, get ready. Here we go!"
"Oh, yes!"

　Seeing Millerine holding her sword again, Basrero reaches for the sword that was blown away in a hurry.
　And a repeated cross‐mowing blow.

"Wow!"
"Look, you put too much effort into it this time. Think about the difference in physique with me."

　Following the advice of the Miller Dog, he probably put too much effort into his sword-holding hand this time. The blow of the Miredog causes his hand to numb and drop the sword directly below him.
　By about an hour afterwards, Basrero was already exhausted, let alone holding a sword.

"Miraeinu, why don't you take a break? As far as Basrero is concerned, it looks like you're going to get hurt even if you push yourself any further."
"What? Well... that's true, too. I forgot that this child was still a child. Let's take a half-hour break."

　Bathrero, who exhales hard at the word "rest" and nods silently while sweating like a waterfall in winter.
　Although the weather might be called clear, it was still winter and the surrounding temperature was low, which made Basrero look like he was steaming all over his whole body.

"Here, wipe your sweat for now. And don't forget to drink and rehydrate."

　Hand over a towel from the mistling and a water bottle containing fruit juice to Basrero.

"Oh, thank you... Thank you..."

　Even for a short period of time, he must have spent too much time dealing with the superior Mileine, who was clearly incomparable to him. If you just say that, you'll wipe your sweat off your mouth and drink it greedily.

"... and what do you think?"

　As much as Basrero did... no, he asked Mileine, who moved more than that, but did not seem to sweat at all, while throwing the same water bottle that he had given Basrero.
　The physical training around here probably means adults and children, amateurs and rank C adventurers.

"Well, when it comes to attacking swordsmanship, I think there's something natural in nature. However, you're so talented that you're not very good at defending yourself. If you put your talent at 10, you can attack 7... no, 8. I think it's about two to defend yourself.

　Ray, who hears the words of the Miredog, breathes out in spite of himself.
　I was told a similar thing by Hasta who attended yesterday's training, so I realized once again that Basrero's talent was biased.

"Then... if you had a party, how would you use it?"
"Yes, sir. If you're going to have a party with her, you'll put a shield in the vanguard." And I think he'll concentrate on the attack. Or if you are a surnin-like wizard or a defense-enhancing wizard because you are quite talented at attacking... there is a certain element of anxiety left."
"... I suppose,"

　Even for Ray, if he wanted to organize a party on an ad hoc basis, he honestly wanted to refrain from going out with such an aggressive warrior.
　If you hit it, it is highly likely that it will fall, and no matter how aggressive it is, it is because it has too many gambling elements.

(After all, we have no choice but to do something about defense. ...or I wish I could use magic shields like the ones in death-size skills...)

　Thinking this way, they chatted and waited for Baslello to recover, then resumed combat training.