`Oh, oh, oh,

　an echoing scream
　But the screams are stronger in order to dispel the fear within them than in threatening the enemies facing them.
　It's only natural that he's in front of us now, a man with a huge sickle. He had the power to defeat almost 6,000 men by himself in a secret battle against the punitive force about a week ago.
　What's more, the screaming man was there.
　More accurately, he was shooting and killing the punitive soldiers outside his position through a gap in the stockade.
　For that reason, the man who is a soldier in the shortstop knows the man in front of him as much as possible.
　Fortunately, I don't use the skill of covering my body with strange objects that I can't move just by looking at it like before.
　That's why I was able to launch an attack on Ray with such a loud cry, including the meaning of suppressing the feelings of awe and fear in me.
　a blow of a long sword
　No matter how much fear or fear Ray may be, this man is also a soldier in the squad. He has the ability to be called an elite rebel.
　Therefore, the sword muscles wielded were powerful and sharp enough to deliver a fatal blow to an ordinary opponent, even though they were long swords for mock warfare.
　But... the long sword that hangs over the shoulder is easily played by a death-size handle.
　Even a man would have expected the development. At last, it spins, taking advantage of the force played by Death Size, and hits Ray's right flank with a sideways mowing blow.
　It was a blow to the body that would have definitely broken the bone, but the next moment the man realizes that the long sword he was supposed to have held in his hand is missing, and furthermore he sees a huge blade held against his neck.

"Until then!"

　Soldiers in charge of referees shout loudly, causing a roar around them.

"What? Huh? What is my long sword..."

　The soldier mutters, who doesn't understand what happened, and the next moment, a whizzing sound echoes around him.
　The soldier hurriedly turned to the sound, and found a long sword stuck in the ground a few meters from his position.
　I almost instinctively understand that the long sword was my own.
　I understand, but I don't understand why this is happening.

"What the hell has happened?"

　a soldier muttering his hand against a long sword that was supposed to have been in his hand until a few seconds ago
　Watching such a soldier, Ray glances at another nearby soldier.
　Silently told to explain, the soldier opens his mouth to the soldier who is still stunned.

"You took advantage of the first blow of Captain Ray's scythe to turn your body and deliver a sweeping blow. I remember this."
"Oh, oh! I remember that because I did it myself. That's where I don't know."

　The soldier who was ordered to explain by Ray nods to the words that he takes for granted.
　It's only from a distance that we can explain the sequence of interactions. If I had been on the side of a chain of action, I wouldn't have understood what had happened.

"It was the part of Captain Ray's scythe that received your sweeping blow. It's right that I got it... I got it entangled. So I played the long sword that I just entwined into the air... No, this expression is different. Throwing or entangling? I don't know exactly what to say, but I flew the entangled dagger into the sky and used it to stick the blade around my neck."

　He must have understood how he had been done only after hearing an explanation. The soldier, without a blade, turns to Ray again, looking at the dagger, which has fallen from the sky and is thrusting into the ground with only his own weight.
　There's more awe in those eyes.
　It's true that you can understand what kind of movement you've taken.
　But what was more frightening than that was that when the long sword was entwined I could not feel it at all.
　The long sword had disappeared from my hand.
　They don't notice the other person and entangle the weapon. How good is it to be to be able to imitate that?
　He was called an elite rebel, and as if to show it, he belonged to the shortstop, but he could not imitate himself as he is now.
　a staggering difference in ability I was shown it.
　Ray opens his mouth unconcernedly to a soldier who is losing confidence.

"The first blow was sharp, and quite a blow. It's also good to take advantage of death size and the impact of a long sword. But... to take advantage of the shock, I can't take a turn. If you do so, you will take your eyes off the other person even for a moment. It's OK if you know what the other person is doing by showing signs, but as long as you don't have the skills to do so, think about it a little more."
"Yes..."

　How do you fix the mess you've been given while you're pleased with the compliments?
　With that in mind, the soldiers return to where the other soldiers are.
　The shortstop's training today was a mock battle against Ray, but most of them lose in less than a few minutes.
　Of course, if you lose without being able to do anything, there is no point in a mock battle.
　So Ray tells us what's good and what's bad about it.
　Training with the tusks of Luzzi's fangs was useful around here.

"Well, before the next... it seems to be a guest."

　The soldier, who was about to step forward as if it was his turn, pauses as if he had been surprised.
　Even though they are elite, they have learned through their relationship with Ray that they are only ordinary soldiers, and that there is a superior, but they still seek strength without rotting.
　In that sense, Ray could not have been more of a part of the squad.
　So when they were told that someone had come in the way of their training, they looked uncomfortably... there was Widale, who was also the commander of the White Rose Knights.
　There are other members of the White Rose Knights in this position besides Widale, but Widale is the only one in front of Ray and his soldiers.
　Wearing white metal armour and a sheath with a long sword around his waist, he had a serious expression... or rather, a look of some sort.
　Soldiers may have noticed Widale's expression on his face. make way for nothing but without saying a word

"I'm sorry,"

　After a brief thank you speech and arriving straight in front of Ray, Widale bows his head slightly.

"I'm sorry to disturb you in your training." But, my dear Ray, will you be able to stand with me?"
"Why did you do that all of a sudden? As far as you're concerned, you don't want to participate in the mock game, do you?"
"Well, I know the strength of Lord Ray. Having actually been saved, there is no doubt about its strength. But... when I think of Prince Fritzione, I can't agree with him just by looking at him. You can only understand that strength if you experience it yourself."

　That's why I want you to be present. Widere tells me so, and Ray thinks a little... and nods.

"All right. Seeing the fight will be a training for the soldiers."

　It wasn't interesting for Widere to be treated as a teaching material rather than a show of his own battles, but there's no way he'll miss a great opportunity to actually fight Ray and feel his ability.
　After nodding and acknowledging, pull the long sword out of the sheath of the waist.
　It's not a training dagger, of course, given that Widale himself brought it. On the contrary, Ray had developed something of an eye-catching and mysterious attraction, and he remembered the sensation.
　It's the same thing you feel when you see magic items.

(Magical sword... but when I first met him, he was fighting, and I thought he was an ordinary long sword with nothing at that time.)Shake your head slightly toward Seto, who is looking towards you, with his head tilted inwardly and lying a little further away.
　This is an expression of willingness to leave it to yourself.
　Maybe Seto has taken Ray's will by himself, but he returns to sleep with his eyes closed again.

"This is a mock game. Do you understand that?"
"...don't kill me." I am sorry to have killed Prince Mercurio's trump card, Mr. Ray, on this occasionally.

　When they hear Widale's words, each of them utters a remark of surprise.
　It's only natural that those who are here see that all those who were in the position of the punitive force were burned down.
　Some people's feelings for Ray have even reached half faith.
　It was insane to say sorry for killing Ray.

"Do you want to kill me with enough force to kill that number of people? You should know more about humility."

　Ray's words of provocation are no less than Widale's.
　In spite of the provocation, it was an unwavering fact.
　for the White Rose Knights under Widale had been all defensive against Ray's real sweep.

"Phew, don't you need any more jest?" Now... show me that power called crimson!"

　Widare kicks the ground with the words and straightens out with Ray.
　The blade of the sword is covered with lightning, perhaps because it activated the function of a magical sword.

"Oh, the magic sword of thunder. It's troublesome again."

　Disgustingly, Ray averts the thrusts that were fired straight at him and slashes Widale's feet with a death-size stonghold.
　Widere, scooped up under his feet, tries to avoid falling by thrusting the hand of the person who does not have the magic sword on the ground, and wields the magic sword again at Ray's feet.

"Too,"

　What prevented the demon sword, which was wielded underfoot, was a death size with a stonemate thrust into the ground.
　The moment a demon sword and a death-size handle collide with each other, a smile comes to Widale's mouth, but the next moment the voice above his head amazes him.

"What's wrong with you? Did you feel happy?"

　Behind Widale's gaze was Ray's completely undamaged appearance.
　Under normal circumstances, if Widale's magical sword is taken with a metal weapon or armor, he should be paralyzed after a few seconds of electric shock.
　A few seconds, but too big a gap in battle.
　It was Widale's winning pattern to give him a blow...

"Why can you move!"

　Perhaps it is only the responsibility of a unit of the White Rose Knights to make a leap from crouching to backward, albeit with astonishment and still no pause.

"Well, I wonder why?"

　Using Nebra's eyes on his waist, he made arrowheads. make a chase by flying only
　Because it was a mock battle, the arrowhead aimed not at the place where a fatal blow was given, like Widere's face, but at the shoulder part of the white metal armor.
　There's a squeak of metal around.
　Naturally, it's a blow from above the metal armor, and it can't damage Widale that much.
　But it was a powerful enough blow to block Widale's movement to regain his position.
　Throwing an ordinary arrowhead may have bothered you a little just by hitting the shoulder, but it would have ended with such an effect.
　But the blow that was just fired was Ray's, even though he had some moderation. Widale loses his balance, rather than the power that ordinary people can exert.
　For a moment... yes, it took only a moment to get back in shape, but that moment was more than enough time for Ray.
　The moment he throws an arrowhead into Widale, he kicks the ground like a arrowhead.

"What!"

　For a moment, Widale's head and torso would be severed if he could move his arm in a fit of anxiety, with a huge death-size blade already pointed at his neck. ...with a great deal of blood spouting out of my neck.
　If you can point your blade at me so clearly, even Widale has no choice but to admit defeat...

"I'm screwed. I'm the loser."

　He was stunned by his easy defeat, but declared his defeat.