Watching the blade of a long sword passing by with a cutting sound, Ray scoops it up and wields a death-size stone-butt.
　a large blow to the foot that was neglected by concentration on the blow.
　When Rodos finds out, he tries to avoid it, but he can't make it in time... he just rolls on the ground.
　And I found a death-size blade pointed at my neck.

"It hurts! ... d*mn it!"

　It must have been frustrating to get a real blow. strike one's left hand to the ground without a long sword in one's hand
　When Ray sees it, he opens his mouth, taking off the death size that was sticking to his neck.

"It's good to increase the power of the attack, but it's a bad habit to focus too much on it and neglect the defense." Especially when you have a lot of skill like in the main battle, the first blow or two might not be good, but you'll notice it easily while you're fighting."
"I know!"

　Returning impatiently, Rodos stands up and points his long sword at Ray again.
　This is the place where Ray used to bring and train the Luzzi. With few people passing by, it would be the perfect place to play mock warfare.
　What's more, the mock battle we're playing now is a mock battle, not a mock battle.
　It's a mock battle using your own weapon, whether it's Ray or Rodos, rather than a weapon without a blade that you normally use in a mock battle.
　... well, using Ray's death size as a mock warfare weapon in the first place is reckless.
　There is little weight in the hands. as light as that
　Nevertheless, it is absurd that a person who is shaken can be beaten with more than 100 kg of weight.
　That's all because it's a magic item created by witchcraft, but from the point of view of the opponent, it's an honest feeling to ask for forgiveness.
　In fact, even if it had been a blow that had scooped Rodos up under his feet, he might have managed to cope with it if the weapon was not a death-size spear, or if it had not been Ray, who was proud of his extraordinary strength.

(Well, it's only an excuse to complain about the other person's physical ability, skill, and weapon.)

　muttering inwardly, Rodos rose to his feet, breathing deeply, as if to extinguish his irritation.
　In the first place, it's nothing but good luck to be able to play mock battles against Ray. Under normal circumstances, you can't fight a sword with a skill as good as Ray.

(Father is an exception, though)

　He is a Rank A adventurer and holds a long sword, remembering his father, who is nicknamed.

"Come on,"

　Only that brief remark could be directed at Rodos.
　Rodos doesn't say unnecessary things, but simply pulls out his long sword towards Ray.
　a series of sharp improvements in the last few training sessions
　Even Ray has to acknowledge this skill, which was created by Rodos' talent and training.
　In a few seconds, every single series of thrusts produced at a speed of over ten, the handle, the stonemate, and the blade part of the thrusts will play.
　There's no way I can keep it going, no matter how many times I keep pushing. As Rodos starts to run out of breath, the speed of the thrust slows down, and as if to catch a momentary gap, he tries to scoop up Rodos with a death-size butt.
　Rodos leaps backwards as if he had sensed it.
　As might have been expected, he had no intention of continuing to attack in a similar manner.
　But... that's all I could do.
　I was originally out of breath and forced to jump backward, so I can't continue to act any longer.
　Leaping backward and not missing a momentary pause, Ray kicks the ground straight to close the gap with Rodos.
　It was an instantaneous judgment that Rodos could only see himself and Ray shrink in distance and a huge death-size blade thrust at his neck.
　just a few seconds The blade at the neckline comes off and Ray opens his mouth with his death-size on his shoulder.

"You can say that your thrust is first-rate. That's probably why we often rely on this technique, but we need to be careful because it makes it easier to read movements."

　Ordinary attacks do not do effective damage to Ray and end up relying on thrusts.
　Since they rely on thrusts, they are used more often, and the speed, power, and skill of the technique are polished.
　Seeing it from the side, it seems easy to deal with the fact that there is only one skill.

"Or perhaps we might consider the derivation from the thrust,"
"...derived?"
"Oh, look, when I stopped your sword with my bare hands before. It changed from thrust to slash, didn't it? Like that."

　He probably understood that the words he uttered were about training with the fangs of a wind dragon in the courtyard of Yuzhitei. Rodos nods convincingly.

"Actually, I was surprised by the technique that had changed from the thrust."
"...I didn't want to believe that the result would be taken with bare hands."

　Ray starts to open his mouth as if he can't help it at the words he utters with his sigh... suddenly he senses some of the signs around him.

(Is this... murderous?)

　Whispering inwardly, grasp the death size in your hand.
　That was the only movement, but it was not difficult for Rodos, who had been working with Ray for a while.
　I don't know what happened. But there was definitely something.
　He then grasps the handle of the long sword in his hand.
　At the moment, a metallic snap rings around.
　The one on the other side is Ray.
　Rodos looks around to see what happened and finds a needle about 20 centimeters long stuck in the ground.

"... you seem to be quite a good hand,"

　Behind Ray's muttering gaze is a masked figure.
　There are many needles between the fingers.

"The needle,"

　There is no particular surprise in muttering.
　The needle is certainly a rare weapon, but fortunately Ray sees Bune working with him in Egzil's dungeon using the needle.
　Therefore, he knew the troublesome nature of the needle weapon.
　the shape of a needle above all else The adventurers of the neighborhood are unlikely to strike down with weapons, as Ray has just done.
　It's thinner and sharper than an arrow. However, the needle itself is not very capable of killing or injuring itself, so you can either stab it directly into a vital point or...

"Rodos, watch out for needles. It's poisoned."
"What!"

　Looking to the ground at Ray's words, Rodos gasps at the sight of the discoloration of the needle's point.
　The way the weeds around the needle wither as they look, you can see how powerful they are.

"And I still feel the presence of a few other people besides the guy who is showing up. I suppose you're trying to catch me off guard, but be careful about that."
"... All right,"

　After seeing the poison, Rodos puts more effort into his hand holding the long sword.
　But... contrary to his spirit, the tip of his sword trembled, perhaps because he had exhausted his strength in a mock battle with Ray.

(Well, it can't be helped in this situation.) But these guys... are the attacks of someone who wants to win the competition, or are they going to do something for me as crimson? Well, which one is it?)

　If you win a competition, you'll get enormous honors and rewards.
　Few people will be looking to win this year's competition, as it has been decided that Noise, a Rank S adventurer, will participate.
　However, it is true that if you win, you will still benefit greatly.
　Even if it's impossible to win, if you're going to win second place, you'll definitely get more prizes, magic items than you've ever seen before, and you'll be invited to serve.
　With that in mind, it was a good motive to keep out of the way of the main battle by defeating the skilled men who would have been in the way.
　And crimson is, needless to say, an absolute enemy to the Westian Empire.
　Considering the battle on the Celemus plain, it is only natural that Rodos, who is now in the limelight, will launch an attack to clear up."The bell of repose of the soul?"

　The momentary agitation of a masked figure in Ray's muttering words.
　Seeing it, Ray decides that the assassin is in front of him.
　...just upset by the name of the assassin of another organization that was exactly different, and one of the greatest and greatest in the empire from Ray's mouth.
　a person who glances around
　Watching for an opportunity, Ray kicks the ground in his death-size position and closes the gap with the masked character.
　Seeing it, the masked man tries to throw a needle reflexively, but ... Ray has already caught his opponent in a death-size moment.

"Pain burst!"

　a blow fired using skills to double the pain inflicted on the opponent
　The blow cuts off the body of the opponent who leaped back instantly.

"Oh!? Oh, my God!"

　Blood drops fly around.
　Leaping in the background immediately prevented the torso from being split up and down, but it was still impossible to avoid completely, leaving a true scar on the abdomen.
　The wound itself is not so deep. It's far from shallow, but it wasn't life‐threatening.
　However, the masked person screamed because he felt unexpected pain.
　With such a small wound, it's such a small pain.
　Knowing it from experience, she screamed at the pain beyond her expectations.
　What was even more tragic was that the chain mail underneath the clothes was completely useless and severed.
　a specially made chain mail that an ordinary long sword would never be able to cut. But Ray's death size cut it like wet paper.

"d*mn it... I can't believe it's so spooky." I'm sure this would be..."

　a muttering voice under a mask
　The voice and earlier screams tell Ray that it is a man standing in front of him.
　For the time being, Ray tried to capture the information and pull it out, but his fellow men couldn't have forgiven him.
　However, it was clear in a series of conversations that attacking Ray would end in vain.
　What would you do if…? The answer was an attack on Rodos, who was watching the developments a short distance away.
　The four signs that lurked around her blatantly hit Rodos, as much murder as Ray could see.
　simultaneously the sound of cutting through the air
　Four daggers were thrown at Rodos from different angles.

"Rodos!"
"I know!"

　Even Rodos surpasses his adventurers.
　He plays the dagger with the dagger he has in his hand, but now his physical strength, which was exhausted from the mock battle with Ray, is dragging him down.
　It was also influenced by the higher-than-expected arms of those hiding around them.
　As a result, Rodos defended two daggers.
　One of the remaining two is destroyed by Ray with a flying sword, but the last one goes to Rodos' right shoulder...

"Waterball!"

　As soon as the assassins were convinced, voices rang out around them.
　At the same time, a water polo the size of a person's face receives a dagger that was about to stick into Rodos' right shoulder.
　Rodos didn't know for a moment what had happened, but when he turned his eyes to his voice, he looked convincingly satisfied.
　Three men and women were there.
　The muscular man approaches one of the men who threw the dagger into Rodos with a larger claymore in his hand, and the woman with the dagger in her hand is also heading for an assassin far away.
　And a short distance from the two, a wizard with a cane looked sharply around him.
　Furyu's Tusk. Having come to this empire, Ray and Rodos had met at the Rank C party and were also friends of the competition.
　The appearance of the three men must have completely realized their disadvantage. Two other assassins, except Luzzi and Vaicul, toss several round objects.
　In an instant, a smoke screen spread around us and blocked our view.
　the signs of a simultaneous swift withdrawal of the assassins

"Let me go!"

　Ray throws a dagger out of the mistling at once.
　The sound of a blade piercing the flesh and a muffled scream echoes around, but no one is there after the smoke screen clears up.
　except for a few drops that seem to have been caused by the stabbing of the dagger.

"Well, if it were a spear, it would have been killed at one blow."

　an abominable discharge of ray
　Ray's specialty in throwing spears is certainly powerful. However, daggers are faster than daggers.
　Therefore, Ray, who had a very short time to spare, chose a dagger instead of a spear, but the result was that he had succeeded in injuring the opponent, but he could not get to the point of punishment.