the two of them who appeared before one Watching the combination of men and women, Ray looks surprised under his hood.
　They were two people who worked at a stall they had eaten a while ago, and they knew each other well.
　The skewers I bought and ate were so delicious that they left a strong impression on me.
　It's only surprising that these two have now appeared here.
　But there was a moment of surprise on Ray's face.
　I came straight up to this alley where I was. They hold the death size they had in their hands, thinking that the two unrelated people might not have appeared by chance.
　The reason why they didn't attack immediately was that the two men who appeared did not appear to be armed.

"...will you put down your weapons?" I don't mean to be hostile."

　Now. With that in mind, Ray carefully observes the woman -- Moura -- who opens her mouth in a casual tone.
　You must have figured out the meaning of that attitude. The man beside Moura -- Sistoy -- raises his hands as if he were not hostile.
　Moura also raises her hands and opens her mouth as if learning from such a systoy.

"I don't know if you'll believe me here, but I really don't mean to be hostile." Would you be kind enough to accept the negotiations?"
"Thinking of the timing of his appearance here, I can only see the people concerned with these children who attacked me?"
"Certainly. I don't deny it."

　At this point, they probably decided that they would not believe us at all even if they hid their backgrounds. Moura readily admits Rey's words, without showing any sign of denying them.
　It was the same for Sistoy, who was behind the moolah, who kept his hands up, but was alert to every move by Ray.
　If anything happens, I'm going to take Moura with me right away.
　I don't think I can fight Ray head on. But we should still have enough time to run away. We had everything to do with abandoning the children, but we still didn't think we were going to die. Sistoy doesn't get nervous at all with such thoughts.
　But that attitude is what Ray points out.

"That man seems quite nervous?"
"...that's natural, for we will show up before a trick like yours."
"That's it? ... well, "Well, that's what I'm going to do."

　Not familiar with the ways of assassins and assassins, Ray nods unquestionably.
　Still, it's understandable that the two men in front of them are more aggressive than the adventurers around them. Get ready for death and never let your guard down your eyes.
　Ray's honest feelings were that the development was unexpected but desirable.
　There are only four battles left until the battle against noise. But under the current circumstances, it is far from impossible yet to win the battle against noise.
　Therefore, the more we fight against powerful enemies, the better.
　One real fight is better than a few days of discipline.
　Besides, it's probably the same fact that the men and women in front of you are aiming at you. In other words, if we don't knock them down here, they could be attacked again at a later date.
　Moura's expression stiffens with tension after reading Ray's thoughts.
　At the same time, Sistoy, who was raising his hands, lowered his hand and stepped forward to protect Moura.

"Sistoy,"

　Sistoy opens his mouth to some disturbing Moura's words, not a moment away from Ray.

"I know you want someone to fight against. I'll deal with you. So will women and children overlook it?"

　The words cast Ray's eyes on Moura.
　an observant glance But that gaze is not a man's glances at women. In other words, the eyes to measure the opponent's ability.

(From the point of view of how you move your body, you don't fight as an avant-garde, but a follower in the avant-garde.)

　The clothes I wear are long-sleeved, and it's not so strange considering the autumn season.
　However, the original purpose of wearing long sleeves is not to show the movement of arm muscles to the other people.
　If you have more than a certain level of skill, it's not difficult to predict what you'll do next just by looking at the movement.

"All right, that's all right. I'll take your suggestion."
"I see. Then I'll change places."
"No, it's here to fight,"

　Towards Sistoy, who is about to change his location, Ray tells him only that and resizes his death.
　a tongue‐in‐cheek systoy
　As a sistoy, if possible, he was going to leave the scene in line with the flow of the conversation and disappear in the crowd after a long distance.
　Yes, I didn't mean to fight Ray head on.
　My intuition, which I've been doing for years, tells me that I'll never win if I fight the man in front of me.
　That's why I wanted to mislead this place... did I see it through, or did I just not want to take time to fight?
　For any reason, I can't back down from here.
　Determined, Sistoy reaches for the sheath of his waist and holds the handle of his long sword.

"Squeez!"
"Moura, please."

　Sistoy calls out to his name-calling her name.
　The short word had two meanings.
　In other words, there are two meanings: asking for children and asking for your own hands.
　I understand Sistoy's instinctive intuition, so I can't speak any more.
　As long as Sistoy tells us, there's no better choice.

"Wait a minute," If you're going to fight here, don't you mind if the child falls down? I'll bring him to the edge right away."
"…I see. Do as you please."

　Indeed, as Sistoy said, children fainting on the ground are only in the way if they fight here.
　If you step on it and hurt him or kill him, Ray's hard work of fainting him or her without killing him will come to nothing.

"Moora".
"Yes,"

　After hearing Ray's words, Moura and Sistoy rush to the edge of the place.
　Within minutes, the task is over, and Sistoy and Ray turn around in front of Moura's eyes.
　Of course, even if it's a moolah, it's not just the systoy that's going to keep fighting quietly. He wanted to intervene in the battle if he had the chance, and kill Ray with it... even if it didn't go that far, he was trying to pull out of it.
　Such a tense atmosphere fills the surroundings...

"Hush!"

　With a sharp breath like a whistle, Sistoy came forward. 　
　The hand already holds a long sword drawn from the sheath and thrusts sharply toward Ray.
　Don't swing, but thrust. This is purely a blow to make Ray harder to abandon the attack.
　The former is overwhelmingly easier to avoid in line and point attacks.
　But...

"Sweet."With that word, as if he were playing and entwining the thrusted point of the sword in death-size...

"What!"

　the moment one was about to wind up The thrusting dagger quickly returns to Sistoy's hand.

(The speed of the thrust itself is a little slower than that of Rodos, but it is several steps faster than that of Rodos in terms of Rodos.)

　The power itself is comparable to that of Rodos, but as long as the speed of returning to hand is higher, the cistoy is better, although it is a little troublesome.
　That kind of judgment is derived in Ray.
　Play the thrusts that come out one after the other in death size.
　It's not a slashing attack, so it's no wonder that Ray's practice of passing the ball away is difficult to use.
　Even so, he continued to shock the opponent's weapons by playing them, but there was no sign that they would be destroyed at all the time.

(I see, it's only natural, but it's a magic item.) You have a good weapon for a skewer.)

　To be exact, he was an assassin of the bell of repose of the soul, but he was fixed in that way, perhaps because he had a strong impression that he was a skewer.
　Anyway, there's no point in continuing to prevent it, so let's play the weapon loudly and bounce it off. The moment you think about it like that, the attack from Sistoy stops and makes a big leap backward to open up the distance to Ray.

(Are you out of breath?)

　With such a series of attacks, Ray thinks it's no use doing so. 　
　In fact, Sistoy's expression at a distance from Ray was blushing.
　But... contrary to Ray's, who thought that redness was the result of the apnea movement, the distant Sistoy breathes at the cold sensation running down his spine.

(That's terrible... I'm sure it would have been a big deal for me.)

　Yes, I didn't run out of breath. Sistoy's characteristic sixth sense worked.
　Half-dominated by that intuition, he leaped backward to distance himself from Ray.

"... now are you well-breathed? Then I'll go from here."

　muttering and kicking Ray
　Still, Sistoy keeps a long distance from Ray, who is rapidly approaching at a slippery rate rather than running on the ground, following a bad feeling of running up his spine again.

　Cut it!

　Almost at the same time, the death size swings as if cutting through the space itself.
　If they had not followed their instincts, they would probably have cut themselves apart.

"You're much better than you used to be."

　Wiping his cold sweat, Ray involuntarily nods at the line.
　The line now seems to have seen me fight somewhere before.
　But it hasn't been long since I took part in the competition. That wouldn't make such a line.
　And if so...
　Passing my mind, I was attacked by an inn on my way to the imperial capital.

"Well, apparently you've been targeting us for a long time... or me?"
"...well, what do you think?"

　Returning his words and holding a long sword, he explores Ray's gap.

(d*mn it, after all, is it much stronger than it used to be? I couldn't believe that there was such a margin for growth even though I couldn't touch it from the front. ... a monster.

　Sistoy was biting inside, unable to find a chance to attack Ray in his death-size position.
　If it hadn't been long before, I'd still have a chance to take advantage of myself.
　But now I can't find the niche.
　No, I can find a gap, but every time I try to attack it, I get a very bad feeling in my mind that it's dangerous.
　And Ray was actually deliberately leading the attack by creating a gap and trying to fire the counter to match the attack.
　That's the tactic Ray is trying this time in the battle against Sistoy, and because he understands that his opponent is clearly a target assassin, he can use dangerous techniques that would not mind dying.

"What's wrong with you? You didn't attack me? You went out of your way to come out in front of me. It's not the only thing you can spin well, is it? Show me your skill as an assassin."
「……」

　Rey's words of provocation show no sign of action. ...no, I can't show you.
　They face each other as if they were watching each other for a few minutes.
　Moura, beside the fainted children, turns her gaze to the aisle entrance as if she were worried about something, but Ray, searching for a gap in Sistoy, does not seem to have noticed it.
　Even Ray can't afford to deal with Sistoy.
　After all, in addition to creating a limitation on how to defeat the cistoy with just the counter, they are strangely quick-witted and rarely fall for the feints, and they don't attack you even if you intentionally create a gap.
　We couldn't touch each other... or we couldn't, and we were stuck in a natural deadlock... then we came.

"...what?"

　Suddenly I heard several footsteps. Ray, questioning the sound of footsteps, looks down the aisle.
　Within a few seconds, about ten people appeared.
　It was evident by his mask covering his face... and holding a dagger and other weapons in his hand.

"You're making time?"

　To the muttering Ray, Sistoy nods softly and slows back.
　I couldn't fight against the enemy at the counter this time, but I tried to take a step forward thinking that I wouldn't miss it...

"Now!"

　Along with the words from Moura's mouth, a bottle of some liquid is thrown by masked men.
　Ray leaps backward the moment he sees it.
　But... the bottle wasn't thrown from place to place.
　As soon as it hits the ground, the bottle breaks and the liquid in it splashes around it, creating a large amount of black smoke screen.
　Understanding the enemy's aim, Ray wields his death-size as soon as he thinks he's been beaten.

"Hikiri, hikiri, hikiri, hikiri!"

　He demonstrates his skill in shooting five times in a row.
　The attack went into the smokescreen and heard several shrieks, but... after the smokescreen had disappeared, there were no Moura, Sistoy, or the children, or the masked men who broke in, but only a few limbs fell to the ground.