926 Episode 0926



"What?"

 When they hear Ray's words, all the students in the third grade S class listen back to Ray, as if they were saying they didn't understand what they heard.
 Nevertheless, the students' eyes were directed to Seto lying on the gym floor beside Ray.
 I wonder if I'm satisfied to some extent with the four-year S-class students this morning -- from Seto's point of view -- but he's lying down without any particular excitement.
 But that's partly because Ray's talking now, and he would have been happy to get up if he had been told to play.
 At any rate, what the three-year S-class students should think about now was the words spoken by the person standing in front of them rather than Seto.
 a notorious Rank B adventurer who recently came to this academy as an instructor
 a person who shattered the consciousness of his students, who tended to grow somewhat, rather than broken it to pieces.
 It's not long ago that I couldn't hit an attack and almost broke my heart.
 It's only been about five days since Ray came to this school.
 On the other hand, however, five days... I have been trampled down five times unilaterally because I have a mock warfare class once a day.
 If Ray hadn't told us that we weren't the only ones who were going through that, and that our seniors in the 4th grade S class were not even so careless about attacking, they would have been completely broken.

"So, as I said, today's mock war class is outside, not in this gymnasium. It's not exactly a mock game, it's a snowball fight."

 From a freeze of thought, he finally understood Ray's words.
 One of the students in Group S, the third grade, timidly raises his hand and opens his mouth.

"Well, excuse me, sir. We came here to take lessons, not to play."
"Of course I know it. -- I tell you, it's not just a snowball fight."

 You must have had a bad feeling about the words again. The students frown and wait for Ray's words.

(There must have been snowball fights in this world, after all.) Well, it's a game that comes to mind if there's snow, and it's only natural.)

 I had heard of the snowball fight from Grink and confirmed it.
 But Grink was a little reluctant to play snowball instead of snowball.
 Still, when Ray persuades him, he is reluctant to give in.

"First of all, you two are the enemies of this snowball fight."
"Do you mean... I don't have to fight Dr. Ray?"

 Ray nods back to what the same student asked.

"Well, you don't have to fight me."

 It was obviously a catch-22 remark, but if you hear something badly here, you might have to play a mock battle with Ray, including the student.

"But... that's why the team that was last in the snowball fight is waiting for a hard training session, so keep that in mind."
『……』

 Many students express satisfaction rather than sadness at the words.
 It's natural. I knew enough about Ray's rigorous training.
 However, it was because I had first anticipated that everyone could only have a fun snowball fight.

"The rules of a snowball fight are simple. Each of them has an unusual team of ten and a position on the field. Then, each team will be given a flag. This is it."

 What Ray took out was a flag with a cloth attached to a wooden stick about a meter long.

"The team that loses or loses this flag is defeated. There are forty, so you can play four teams. First, A and B teams, then C and D teams, and then the winning team in the first round will play the final, and the losing team will play the final."

 Brief explanations of the tournament style give Ray a glance at the students that they have nothing to complain about.
 But by that time, the students had already discussed with each other who would be included in their team and what tactics would be used.

"That's all very well, Then decide the team."

 Rey's words make everyone take action to get their team together.
 Watching the situation, Ray caresses Sett.

"It's a very nasty class,"

 On his way to Ray, Grink called out.
 At first, Grink was somewhat opposed to playing snowball games in mock warfare training, but he would still have decided that it would be a group warfare training by preparing flags and putting rules on whether to fight or defeat them. I finally accepted it.

"Is that so? It's class in the first place. You can't just play, can you?"
"...that'said he.

 a glink to Ray's caressing set
 There is no sign of fear in their eyes that is afraid of Seto.
 It would not normally be possible to get rid of the fear so quickly against the Gryphon, but, as it is possible to do so, I suppose, for some reason, he is in charge of a mock warfare instructor at this military academy.
 However, seeing Sett spoilt Ray, it would be easy to understand that there is no need to be so scared.
 While caressing Seto and talking to Grink, the team is steadily determined...and in the end, every team is determined in less than a few minutes.
 Having confirmed it, Ray immediately distributes flags to each team and heads out.
 Of course, Seto is with me.

"Rolling".

 A set of happy voices when it begins to fall.
 Ray stops himself from running around in the snow.

"I've been waiting a little longer," I'll let you play to your heart's content later."
"Guru..."

 Seto choked regretfully at Ray's voice, but he was probably still quiet because he understood he wouldn't break his promise.
 After patting Sett on the head, Ray will name each team A, B, C, and D.

"Just as A and B are fought first, C and D, attacks are limited to snowballs, and all direct attacks, magic and skills are prohibited. Those who are hit by snow will be expelled. However, you will not be disqualified only when you knock it off with your hands. I'll see if I'm disqualified or not."

 a simple but straightforward rule
 The magician complains about it, but Ray doesn't listen and opens his mouth.

"The time limit is twenty minutes. If time passes and both flags still remain, the more survivors will win. I'll give you five minutes to form a position or decide on a strategy. the beginning."

 With the words, both A and B teams head to the field in unison.
 They raise flags and build walls of snow to protect them, or walls of snow to hide themselves.
 I couldn't make anything satisfactory in about five minutes, but it was also true that it was much better than nothing.
 And five minutes later...

"It's time. Let's get started!"

 After glancing at the watch taken out of the mystery ring, training begins for snowball fights and renamed group battles.
 However, just because a signal is given to start does not mean that both sides will immediately begin to move.
 After the game time, it was only natural for them to choose the battle method of keeping themselves in their positions and waiting for the enemy, since the larger number of survivors would win.
 The first five minutes were not enough to make up their own positions, so it must have been a strong reinforcement.
 As a result, there is no sign of each other moving even after the game begins.

"That's what happened,"
"Well, that's exactly what Grink expected. This is not the wrong choice, but...Perhaps because of the predictable developments, Ray was waiting to see what was going on without saying nothing in particular.
 They finish building walls of snow to protect each other's flags, but there is still no active engagement.
 When I looked at my watch, I saw that it had already been ten minutes since the snowball fight started.
 After checking the time, Ray opens his mouth to the snowmen.

"When time comes without anything happening, we will play mock battles as punishment for each other's lack of fighting spirit. In that case, not only I... but also Seto. If you are going to act that way with that in mind, that's fine."

 The moment they hear the words, the two snowball teams begin to move together.
 It was because I understood that what Ray said now was not just a word.
 Everything Ray did in his lessons has been done exactly the way he did.
 No matter how ridiculous it is in general, Ray will do it if he says he does.
 behavior due to one's understanding of it
 We both head for the enemy with plenty of snowballs.
 After some distance has shrunk, snow is used as a temporary shield to build a wall.
 Of course, we don't want each other to behave like that, so we throw snowballs to prevent them, but as long as we've been in the S class for the past three years, we have the ability to say that we're the best in the three years.
 Moreover, the method of attack is not by bow and arrow, but by throwing snowballs with bare hands.
 Naturally, the speed was not so fast, and it was easily avoidable while building walls.
 The bad conditions of scattered snow may be compounded, but time passes without being given a decisive blow to each other.
 Of course, not everyone is safe.
 A little carelessness, a slip in the snow, or a snowflake that gets in your eyes and blocks your view, is quite common.
 But in the end, time just went by...

"That's it!"

 The moment Ray says that, Team A has eight survivors, Team B has six survivors, and the goddess of victory smiles at Team A.

"Oh, my gosh,"Oh! We won! This is not the last place for now!"
"I did! I did! We survived!"

 The students of Team A shout with joy.
 And the opposite of the winner's A team was the loser's B team.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
"Calm down! You don't have to come last! You still have a chance. and we must win the next battle!"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, yes. Oh, calm down. If you're so upset...
"Calm down for now,"

 The students of Team B, pale and heartbroken imagining what they would be going through if they lost the next snowball fight.
 Watching such a confused look, Ray turns his gaze to Team C and D.

"All right, A, B teams, get to the edge. Team C and D are next."

 Each person follows Ray's instructions and takes action to take.
 Twenty students face each other on the snowy ground.
 Watching it, Ray screams loudly.

"The game begins!"

 With the words, the two teams took the initiative to move forward in unison, except for the flag bearer and one of the guards.
 It's probably because I understood in the game that there is a terrible punishment for trying to run out of time.
 He grabs the snow at once and throws it at his opponent.
 Some students don't throw snowballs themselves, but just make themselves.

(You can move very efficiently now)

 Ray muttered in admiration, but if the students knew it, they would shout 'It's your fault!'
 Or is it because of you?
 It's unclear which way it will turn out, but there's no doubt that Ray is acting this way because of it.

"d*mn it! I'll win! We'll definitely win! I'll never lose!"
"Don't worry! Don't worry, there's still another game left even if you lose here!"
"If you say so, you lose!"
`d*mn it!'
"Death!"
"I'll lose, I'll accumulate, I'll accumulate, or I'll accumulate!"

 Team D, with students concentrating on making snowballs, was taking advantage of the battle going on in a savage atmosphere that I don't think was a snowball fight.
 The C team is dwindling to one, two, three, four, five.
 Of course the D team is not hurt.
 Several people have already been hit by snowballs and dropped out.
 Those who went around to attack the flag directly, especially because the number of opponents was decreasing, were caught up in a concentrated attack and dropped out the next moment.
 Then time went by...

"Well, twenty minutes," I don't know..."

 That's it. Ray tries to say that, but he twists himself almost reflexively.
 At the same time, an arrow flying out of nowhere penetrated Ray's space and buried it in the snow.