After three years of class S, we finish lunch, and the lunch break is over and afternoon class is over.
　Originally Ray had no class in the afternoon, he was in the gym with Grink.
　In front of Ray's eyes, three-year class B students are fighting mock battles against adventurers.
　However, his ability was not even higher than that of the three‐year S class.

(Well, it's only natural that we've gathered the elite in the S class.)

　One of the adventurers approaches Ray, muttering privately.

"Oh, are you crimson?" I'm listening. There were some curious people who wanted to see this class."

　Ray is somewhat surprised by what a man in his late teens says, older than Ray.
　Even though he knew his nickname, crimson, he had a normal attitude.
　There are many other adventurers, but most of them avoid getting involved with Ray, as if to say no curses to God they don't touch.

"And how's the class?"
"Well, first of all, I was surprised that there were so many adventurers. If it's my class S, I'm fighting with the whole class. In comparison..."

　I stopped talking and glanced into the gym.
　There were many different combinations of adventurers fighting students one-on-one, adventurers fighting students many on many, and so on.

"It's refreshing that there are so many kinds of mock battles going on at the same time."
"Oh, well," It's not just about the students, it's about our situation."
"Huh?"

　When Ray glances at the man's words without knowing what they mean, he opens his mouth with a wry smile.

"Not to mention a well-known adventurer like you, but in our case, we have received this request for money."
"... oh,"

　With that brief explanation, Ray is convinced that so many adventurers teach mock warfare.

(In other words, is it meaningful to save as many adventurers as possible who haven't been able to save money over the winter as possible.) That's why the students can keep playing mock battles without waiting time.)

　It will be pretty hard for the students to keep playing mock games without a break. But it seemed like a not-so-bad option, purely for the efficiency of training.

(But if you just keep moving, you'll be more likely to get injured, so you'll need a proper break.)

　That's what I think when I look at a few students in the corner of the gym, kneeling on the floor and exhaling.

"Well, that's why mock battles are taking place. "And what did you come to after all, let alone the class."
"Well, if you say so, there's going to be a little trouble. It's not always the case that there's a possibility that something will be done in the military academy, but there's a possibility that I thought I'd call out to him because he might get involved in it."

　The words also make the adventurers around him, who had heard voices, look disgusted, including the man adventurers who had been talking to Ray.
　It's only natural. Nobody wants to get into trouble.
　Still, the reason why I don't complain is because the nickname crimson has become so famous.
　Rumors have spread that Ray, himself somewhat dissatisfied, will mercilessly smash someone he doesn't like.
　Adventurers who took the rumor seriously must think that they could have a hard time complaining about Ray here.
　Meanwhile, the man adventurer who was talking to Ray opens his mouth.

"Ah... you mean we're going to get involved in your trouble, right?
"Maybe, but,"
"I think talking about the possibility means you are almost certain to come out?"

　Ray nods back to the man who looks at him confirming.

"Well, I guess... I'm sure... I'm sure... I'm sure." Of course, there may be times when there is nothing in reality."
"Well... I'll be involved, will you do me a little favor?"
"... money?"

　As long as Ray can move for a little money, it's all he can do.
　I asked him with that in mind, but he shook his head in silence.
　The eyes are on adventurers and students who are playing mock battles.
　What does a man want to say? It didn't have to be asked again.

"You are quite fond of things,"
"Is that so? If we can have a mock battle with a notorious adventurer that is not in danger of life, we can pay dearly, can't we?"

　The man asked another adventurer nearby, and he nods back silently, though he seemed a little confusedly.

"So what do you think? If you like, can you play a mock game with us? If you play a mock game with crimson, you can show off to your friends."
"Yes, I agree with the mock war. I never thought I could do a mock battle with a notorious adventurer. I'm sure they'll be mortified if they know this."

　Another nearby adventurer says so, and quite a few adventurers agree.
　True to the word, it was very attractive for adventurers to play mock battles with Ray.
　Under normal circumstances, it's only natural that you can't have a mock battle with a notorious adventurer.
　Some people also wonder if Ray is really a notorious figure.
　Few people looked at me with such contempt or suspicion, but that was the only reason that stood out.
　It's not uncommon for Ray to get this kind of look. I turn my eyes toward the glink, without particular concern.
　As he asks if he can play a mock battle, Grink nods, though he hesitates a little.
　I knew that third and fourth year students outside the S class wanted to see how powerful the notorious adventurer was, and above all, Grink wanted to see Ray play mock battles with adventurers rather than students.

"All right. Ray's mock game will teach you a lesson just by looking at it. Do you mind?"

　Grink's gaze was at the instructor supervising the three-year B-class mock game.
　The instructor can't resist the temptation to watch the famous Battle of Ray, and he nods with a smile, thinking that the mock battle would certainly benefit the students.

"Oh, I don't care," I can see Ray's ability with my own eyes."

　Thus, a little by little, Ray ends up fighting a mock battle against an adventurer.
　Of course, as it is a mock battle, Ray's original weapon, Death Size, cannot be used.
　What he has in his hand is a spear he has used many times in mock warfare.
　And what he's got is Claymore.

"... you know," Isn't it meaningless to think of the weight of the weapon that it has no blade for mock warfare?"
"Well, if you say so, your weapon is the same, isn't it?" It may weigh less than this claymore, but it is a mock spear wielded by a notorious man, and you will not normally be able to take it."

　When a man utters a word, adventurers gathered around him to observe a mock war nod.
　The problem with Ray's appearance is that he looks a little bewildered.

"Are you sure you're okay? I heard that Ray is notorious..."
"Well, maybe," Because all the adventurers look serious. You know, he'"Oh, that's true. I'm usually not serious..."
"And crimson might be the second in the Milliana Kingdom, right? If you have that kind of ability, you'll definitely be fine."


　The students' eyes were on the fox beast adventurer.
　The busyness of the ears growing from the top of his head is a strong interest in what kind of battle Ray will fight.
　In the eyes of the students, Ray didn't seem strong enough.
　He's small and doesn't have the muscles you can see.
　That even seemed to me to lose unilaterally if I fought against the adventurers I was facing right now.
　...however, some of the students are associated with three-year S-class students, and Ray has been told that it's a deception.
　Those who had heard such a story were convinced of the word "fraud" when they saw Ray holding a mock war spear.
　The students are the only ones who think that way, and the adventurer facing Ray and the other adventurers around them realize that Ray is not as good as he looks.
　One of the most pressing things about him is that he's still facing Ray.
　Even though it was for mock warfare, Claymore, his favorite weapon, felt very heavy.
　No, I guess it's not that heavy, but just facing Ray is quickly draining his strength and mental strength.
　though Ray was not displaying any murder or fighting spirit, he was just facing each other with his spear against him.

"Why? This is a mock game, isn't it? We can't start talking even if we face each other like this. If you don't come, I'll go this way."

　It's not a provocation, but it's an invitation.
　When the man hears it, he decides that if he doesn't come out here, he'll just lose, and he goes forward at once.

"Oh, my!"

　Inspiring himself, the man cuts his distance to Ray with Claymore in his hand, screaming to death the terror in him.
　Take advantage of his height difference with Ray and simply swing down Claymore with all his might.
　When Ray sees it, he sees it as a good opportunity to try out the counter techniques he's been practicing recently and kicks the floor with a spear in his hand.
　The speed was probably completely unexpected for the man who was about to shake down Claymore.
　When I realized that Ray was already in my pocket, I was walking right next to me and turning back... the moment Ray stopped moving, I noticed that the spear tip was stretched out and pointed at me from behind the right side, not from my left side.
　If the tip of the spear had been a real spear rather than a mock one, Ray would have had his carotid artery cut off as soon as he could.
　Moreover, if it is Ray's death size, if you move it as it is with a blade on your neck, your head will fly.

"...I'm at a loss. If I get this completely done, I have no choice but to surrender. I realized not only that the nickname crimson was rumored to be true, but also that its ability."
"Did you suspect it?"

　Rey's words, which seem to be disappointing, continue with his spear coming off his face and his inner relief.

"That's true, isn't it? I'm sorry to say this, but it's strange to see you and recognize you as having a different name."
"...is there a Rank S adventurer in this country?"

　Ray's muttered words made the man gasp.
　Yes, it's fair to say that this Sardart of Tenbow, a Rank S adventurer in the Kingdom of Milliana, is the opposite of what is normally thought of as a Rank S adventurer.

(Well, in my case, the first Rank S adventurer I met was noise, so I might even think so.)

　Perhaps in the kingdom of Milliana, when you think of a Rank S adventurer, you think of an elf with a light personality like Sardart.
　Ray thought so for a moment, but the man who was told so shakes his head saying he was disappointed.

"Well, I understand he's strong, and it's true that he's caring only for women. If I were to be respected or not, I would say I was."
"Huh? I heard that Sardart is based in the royal capital. Do you come here often?"
"Oh? You didn't know that? You seem to be friends with the principal here. I come and see you every now and then."
"Now that you mention it..."

　The interaction between Ray and the dean's office is too much.
　It's true that he looked friendly, and if he wasn't close enough to begin with, he wouldn't be able to act as if he were willing to ask for his bodyguard.

"Oh, are you done? Next time, with me... Do you have a mock game with me?"

　A woman adventurer tells Ray as if she had been waiting for the end of her conversation with him.
　No, it's not just women. Many other adventurers and even students were looking at Ray in anticipation of a mock battle.
　It was probably because he saw a series of moves and realized that Ray was good enough to be nicknamed.
　Ray looked at Grink and said, "What are you going to do?" Then he replied, shaking his head helplessly.
　In the end, Ray breathed and ended up playing mock games until the end of the class.