"Do you know that a special instructor has been called for our mock battle from today?"
"Oh, I heard it. But what kind of fellow is he? He must be very confident in his arms to call him out?"
"Well, from my point of view, it doesn't matter who you are. but if I could hope, I wish I were not of low birth."
"Oh, it's another inspiration,"
"Leave me alone," In fact, he has the ability to say. I've decided to join the Knights when I graduate from school. Why don't you take it in now?"
"I don't like it. Why am I such a rotten nobleman?" I'm going to be an adventurer when I graduate from school, so I'm not interested in knights."
"Hey, your voice is loud! Look, Insula is staring at you."
"Shall we change the subject?" and I wonder what kind of person he is in the mock war against."
"That's the same subject," I'm back."

　One of the buildings on the grounds of the military academy is talking like that.
　It was, so to speak, a gymnasium where we exercise in winter and rain.
　With the military academy leading up to the Duke's Knights, the inside of the gymnasium is heated by magic items, making it a more comfortable space than it would have been winter outside.
　Most of the students there are in their late teens, some in their twenties.
　This was the case because each student entered the school at a different age.
　Being in the S class, there are many capable students in this military academy, but for that reason, some of them are overconfident in their abilities.
　Of course, it's only in this school, and if you graduate from school and become a knight or adventurer, you're often frustrated.

"Here it is!"

　One of the noisy students screams sharply.
　At the same time, attention is focused on the entrance to the gymnasium.
　Two people came.
　One is Grink, one of the mock war instructors.
　The muscular figure on the skinhead leaves a strong impression at first sight.
　And the other, when the eyes of all the people present... turn to the person who came with Grink, there is a palpable cry of disappointment.
　No, some of them even laughed at.
　Can such a small man teach them something in a mock battle?
　It was a typical reaction when I saw Ray.
　If anyone was more than a certain amount of skill, they could have measured Ray's strength by his demeanor.
　But even if you're good enough to be here, you're only talking about it in one school.
　No one could understand the overwhelming difference in power with Ray.

"Is he really the new instructor or a mock game?"
"...what's wrong with him?"
"Well, wearing robes means you're probably an adventurer or something... you don't look a little strong."

　the students talking in whispers that only those around them can hear.
　It's not Ray's consideration, it's Grink's consideration.
　a feeling of contempt, doubt, superiority Knowing that he is looking at Ray in various ways, Grink still takes Ray in front of the students without saying a word.
　As a Grink, I understood that everything I said here was almost meaningless.
　Then, rather than saying something here, Grink would be able to prove Ray's ability quickly by actually making him understand his ability with his own eyes.
　Look at the students in line and make sure there are no absentees there, and speak.

"Well, it looks like there are all the students in S class. I'll introduce him before class today."

　All the students look surprised when they hear the name 'this man' from Grink's mouth.
　It's only natural that all the students in S class are here, but none of them have beat the Grink yet.
　It's because the glink never introduced so politely.
　Grink has a gentlemanly personality that doesn't suit his appearance, but he rarely introduced himself this way.

"This is Ray, who will be in charge of mock warfare classes with me for the next few months, specifically for a short time until spring."

　No one can react on the spot even if they hear so.
　I'm just wondering who's in front of my eyes.

"Please, Ray."
"All right,"

　Prompted by Grink, Ray takes a step forward, unloading his hood.
　The moment I see that face, most of the students are at a loss as to how to react.
　It's only natural that we were at the end of our eyes because we were of the same age... or obviously younger.
　Ray looked at her in bewilderment, but she didn't seem to have any particular concern because she had seen many people behave like that in her appearance.
　Some women, however, saw Ray and thought he was their favorite partner, but he didn't express his feelings.
　...some aristocratic students, who had exposed their sense of privilege, were frustrated by Ray's appearance, but Ray said it was none of his business.

"It's Ray. ... Well, it's hard to understand what I'm like with this alone. a rank B adventurer, a crimson ray I think you'll know who I am, if you say this."

　The moment the word crimson comes out of Ray's mouth, the students who were listening to it buzz.
　The buzz of forgetting the presence of the instructor, Grink.
　It's only natural that you've learned that what you're seeing is a living legend.

"Hey, crimson... Really?"
"I don't know, I don't know. But I've heard that crimson is accompanied by a Gryphon, though it's nowhere to be seen."
"If you say that, you said you had a scythe, and you didn't have it, so is that nonsense?"
"That's not the case," Do you think Dr. Grink will deal with people who are deceiving us by name? Also, I'm sure the principal of the school will meet with us because he's in front of us as a teacher. I can't believe I'm going to trick the principal... you don't think I can do that, do you?"
"So, not a teacher, but a teacher... well, I don't mind." Have you misled the principal so that he won't find you?"
"... Are you serious? Most of the time, even if you do that, you'll just be easily found by the school principal's errand boy."

　It was a well‐known story that the principal of the school was flying around the school using birds as a devil.
　He says he's just looking around the school, but how many people trust him?
　Regardless of the reason, it is true that the school principal's errand bird is actually flying around the school grounds.
　Most people who know the school president would say no to the questionable person who stole his eye and walked into the campus.
　In fact, there is a track record of suspicious people being caught trying to enter the school grounds several times a year.
　Considering the circumstances, I could not help but assume that the adventurer in front of me was, as he said, an adventurer nicknamed crimson.
　Some wondered if they were calling themselves crimson here in front of the school president, but they quickly denied that there was any point in doing so.Ray opens his mouth again, glancing at the students who could describe themselves as semi-confused.

"Now, even if you look at it like this, many people don't believe I'm the real one. ...and in fact, I think it's inevitable. So, I'd like to have a mock battle to convince you that I'm real. As long as I teach mock warfare, I want to know your ability as students."

　The words from Ray's mouth momentarily silence the students, but immediately show their antipathy.
　Even a person who doesn't speak clearly has no friendly expression on his face.
　Ray looked more surprised at the strength of his nostrils than he had expected.
　That, however, included a lot of surprises at the students who could not measure their abilities.

"Well, then I'll be the first one to deal with. If you really say crimson, that's something I wouldn't wish for. But if you're not as good as your tongue, you can't just apologize!"

　A man who can imagine that it was a nobleman who screamed. Ray, I don't know, was a man whose students called him Incla.
　The reason is that the metal armour you wear is obviously not something that students should wear.
　equipment that could be equipped by a Rank C adventurer

(If his skill doesn't match it, it's meaningless.)

　Even though I'm here, I guess I'm confident in my arm. That's obvious when you hear what you said a few seconds ago.
　But... still hopelessly lacking in ability.

"Well, then shall we have your partner?" Grink, what weapon do you have in your mock warfare?"
"Over there... You guys, please bring it."

　When Grink tells the student, he brings a basket near the gym wall with some of the students around him.
　It contained weapons such as long swords, spears, battleaxes and halberds.
　Of course, the blade has been crushed because it is a weapon for mock warfare.
　...but even if the blade is crushed, a weapon made of metal is heavy and becomes a blunt weapon.
　If Ray wields this with his strength, it will be a deadly weapon.
　Putting up such weapons... I just saw the man who had a mock fight against Ray, and suddenly I realized.

"Huh? What's wrong with you? I meant to challenge you all to a mock battle?"
"What!?"

　All the students scream at Ray's casual muttered words.
　It's only natural. We're in the S class of four years.
　That is to say, it is the most skillful of all the military academies.
　I have the feeling that even the Grink could be knocked down if the whole class were allowed to hang on.
　It was also true. 　
　Nevertheless, the man in front of us asked us to get together.
　It was unbelievable for the students.
　The students were the only ones who thought so, and Grink agreed with Ray in silence.
　Here was the weakness of those who had never really experienced actual warfare.
　Even though they have experienced actual warfare, it is often a battle in which they are overwhelmingly advantageous.
　Since it's not a frontier in the first place, there aren't many monsters, and robbers near thriving places like Gracial are cunning and don't show their tails very often.
　If that happens, there will be a shortage of people to fight against.

"Don't mess with me, I'll deal with this number of people at anyhow..."
"No problem,"

　Out of the basket the student brought, Ray picked up a spear.
　Ray's best weapon is, of course, the death size of a known scythe.
　However, there is no way that such a minor weapon is prepared for mock warfare, and he picks up the spear he often uses after the scythe.
　However, Ray's use of spears is mainly for throwing, and he has little experience in fighting with spears.
　Nevertheless, a man with a mock war dagger in his hand is no use, and he holds a spear in his hand.

"Come on. I'll teach you by force that there's no point in fighting me alone."
"Don't be silly!"

　Ray's words must have been the limit of his patience. Before Insla swung his long sword wide and swung it down to Ray... he suddenly found the tip of his spear pointed to his face.

"Oh?"

　I suppose you didn't know what had happened. Insula utters a stupid voice.
　He didn't understand what had happened at all, even to those around him watching the current sequence of movements.
　The next moment I thought something had moved quickly, the tip of a spear in Ray's hand was thrust into Inzra's face.

"What's wrong with you? Is it over.
"Oh!? No! That's just my carelessness!"
"I see. Then shall we try again?"

　Returning his spear to hand, Ray steps away from Inzra.
　They must have realized that it was a signal to start over. Insula holds the dagger she had in her hand again.
　However, the expression on his face is not as angry as it was before.
　I don't know if the man in front of me is really called crimson, but I understand that he still has a lot of arms.
　As long as that is the case, Insula changes her mind, saying that even if she makes a strange contempt of herself, she will only be at a disadvantage.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　Step out with a shout of spirit and swing a long sword down to Ray.

"Slow".

　However, it was a little too much to say that Inzra's hard work was such a big blow that Ray missed... but it wasn't a powerful blow.
　The blade of the dagger was gently received by the tip of the spear, and the impact was killed, and entangled... when Insula found herself without the handle of the dagger in her hand, and the dagger entangled in the spear was hovering in the air.
　In a straightforward move, the spear tip is thrust in front of him... Insla will experience a complete defeat.