Ray walks back and lowers his right side of the body to avoid a dagger blow that cuts through the air.
　But his long‐sworded opponent probably didn't expect to beat Ray with this blow. The next moment they deliver a sharp blow from the blow they've thrown down.
　Ray wields his twilight spear without showing any sign of impatience, though the blade was coming at him.
　It was Ray's style of battle to fight in the two spears of death size and twilight, but this time it was a battle with a single spear of twilight because it was a handicap.
　In the air, the blade of the long sword collides with the tip of the twilight spear... At that moment, Ray uses his wrist to turn the blade of the long sword around the tip of the twilight spear and plays it straight into the air.

"Ah!"

　Such a scene would not have been unusual if it were weapons between spears and other long stalks.
　However, without expecting to be imitated with a spear and a long sword, the owner of the long sword paused in a moment's surprise... when he realized that the tip of the spear in the twilight was stuck in his face.

"... I'm at a loss." It's my loss."

　The woman who uttered the word... The Mire Dog gasps regretfully, acknowledging his defeat.
　Hearing this, Ray gently lowers the tip of his twilight spear.

"It was quite a blow to be struck in this snow. However, perhaps it's because I'm worried about the snow below, but I'm not as sharp as before. -- well, it's partly because I haven't moved in a while."
"Well, that's why I asked Ray to go out with me for my training.

　The eyes of the Miredogs look around.
　It's a whole silver world.
　There is no one but Ray.
　No wonder. It's cold enough outside, though it's not snowing today.
　In the midst of this, I don't think many people would want to go out of their way to conduct combat training at the guild's training ground.
　Ray wouldn't have bothered to come all the way to the guild if he hadn't been invited by the Mire Dog.

"Yes!"

　Bune appears as if she were replaced by a Millerine who had left Ray.
　Now it was his turn to look at Ray with a dagger in his hand.
　Vichela is amusingly watching Bune.
　...if anything, is it right to look forward to it, as it's my turn after Bune?

"Are you ready?"
"Yes!"

　Bune nods to Ray's words.
　Bune's appearance was the same as usual, and he was unusual for a normally expressionless Bune, with a fighting look in his eyes.
　Bune was usually close to expressionless, but now he's probably full of enthusiasm ahead of his fight with Ray.
　For some time Bune had trained Vihela in combat.
　When to achieve the results. That's what you think, isn't it?

(I don't think it's possible for Bune's style of combat to be completely capable in such a place, where mobility is important.)

　Ray holds his spear, feeling the snow beneath his feet on the soles of his shoes.
　At present, Ray's feet are covered not by Slapnil's shoes... but by shoes made at the shoemaker's request.
　Monster leather shoes reinforced with iron plate.
　Ray's perception is that safety shoes are the closest, but they are easier to wear and stronger than when he was in Japan and worked part-time as a transportation company.
　Of course, when Ray was in Japan, he wore a large number of items that were mass-produced, and now he is wearing custom-made items tailored to the shape of Ray's feet.
　Also, there is a difference in material between synthetic leather and monster leather, and in terms of comfort, it is clearly better for Ray to wear now.
　After receiving the shoes, Ray was rather nervous because this was the first time he had used them in a real battle -- a mock battle.
　However, being a highly skilled craftsman in guillem, he had no problem with Slapnil's shoes.

"All right. ... Come on!"
"Yes!"

　The word signals that Bune begins to act.
　As Ray thought earlier, Bune's movements are not as fast as they should be on the snow.
　Still, Ray shrinks his distance from Bune at a rate completely different from that of the laymen around him, perhaps because of the bandits.
　Bune also quickly takes out the long hand and throws it with the hand that doesn't hold the dagger, perhaps understanding that there's no chance of winning by simply reducing the distance with Ray.
　a long hand that cuts through the air and comes straight to oneself
　Ray naturally caught sight of the stroke of the long hand, which would otherwise have been invisible.
　and wield the spear of twilight."

"What!"

　Feeling uncomfortable with the many long needles that flew at him, he avoided them by jumping right from the spot instead of knocking them off with his twilight spear.

(What's wrong with you now?)

　Though he thinks so in the air, Bune throws the long hand again, wondering if Ray's move is a great opportunity.
　...that's when Ray.
　Bune's left hand swung at him.
　I have a long hand between my fingers, and there's nothing between them... No, there's something very hard to see.
　It was even more difficult to see, partly because it was an ordinary long hand between the other fingers.
　But in Ray's eyes, who still had five senses that were incomparable to ordinary people, he could see something there, faintly but definitely.
　If this had been an ordinary person, he would certainly not have been able to see through the invisible long hand that Bune was holding.

"What!"

　Then the released long hand flies straight to Ray, including what you see.
　The long hand, which could have been seen when Bune was holding it, is difficult to judge by looking at it once it is released as it is now.
　Instead of playing with the spear of twilight, Ray avoided the choice.
　The long hand runs through the space where Ray's body had been for a moment.
　Even if the long hand is not pointed for a mock battle, it hurts when it hits.
　What's more, it's not the long hand thrown by amateurs, it's the long hand thrown by Bune, who is good at handling the long hand.
　Ray didn't want to hit it either.
　Of course, there is a dragon lobe, but it is possible that it hits the flesh as if it were sewing through the gap.

"Yes!"

　After confirming Ray avoided a blow from the long hand, Bune steps forward with a dagger in his hand.
　It was snowing up, but it stepped faster than any other warrior.
　This may be influenced by Bune's very small and light weight, although he is a thief and accustomed to quick movements.
　He was also training with Vihela in the snow.

"Good luck, Bune!"

　Vichela's words of support for the combat training opponent echo through the training ground, not necessarily his own students.
　The voice, of course, must have been heard by Bune. He approaches Ray even faster.
　Ray waits with a spear in his twilight as Bune approaches him.
　Ray has an overwhelming advantage in terms of timing.
　But if you can get inside the window, Bune will have an advantage.
　But when Ray sees Bune coming in, he waits, not trying to keep his spears in check.
　I was despised.
　Feeling so, Buehne came here to speed up further, wielding a dagger at Ray's thigh instead of his torso.
　an air‐breaking blow
　A blow that made the most of Bune's speed went to Ray's thigh...

"Sweet."

　With one word, he scoops Bune's leg with a half-turned spear butt using his wrist movement.
　Because of its speed-boasting veneer, the blow is so effective that it rolls on the snow.
　But he managed to get himself together... the next moment Bune saw the tip of the twilight spear, which had been thrust into his face.

"...huh..."

　Bune muttering a little regretfully, though only words.
　Still, his expression is almost unchanged, so it can be said that he has no expression on his expression.
　Ray pulls the spear tip to Bune, who concedes defeat and puts down his dagger.Bune rose to his feet, and then returned to Vihela.

"Well, Bune did his best, but... he needs to improve his skills a little more."

　murmured Vihela, patting Bune's hair lightly.
　Bune nodded softly to Vihela's words that she was merely telling the truth, not encouragingly.

"Well, I'll take Bune's revenge, so don't worry,"
"No, I'm not dead,"

　A Mireinu says so involuntarily to Vihela, stepping forward in the snow.

"Really? Well, I should beat Ray, right?"
"... Vihela, isn't that just you want to fight?"

　Millerine's language toward Vihela is not very, but not against the former royal family.
　But Vichela was more than happy about it.
　Vichela is right because she recognizes herself as an adventurer, not a member of the royal family.

"Do you mind? Here we go."
"Oh,"

　The mock battle was also Vichela's first since she regained consciousness in a dungeon.
　I had been training with Bune in combat, but it was strictly combat training.
　No, this mock battle is the same in terms of combat training, but it's a different opponent.
　Though she was definitely considered a sister, it was inevitable to be dissatisfied with Bune when considered as a fighting partner.
　Ray, on the other hand, couldn't have been better suited to fight against.
　That's because even if Vihela was serious, she never beat Ray.
　With that in mind, this mock battle is a great opportunity.
　Vichela walks forward enjoying the feeling of stepping on the snow and confronts Ray.
　and there was no more word between them... before long a gust of wind blows up the untouched fresh snow among the snow that lay on the ground.
　As if waiting for the timing, Vihela takes a step forward.
　a speed that exceeds the speed of the vaunted veneer by a few steps
　A flash of nails stretched out from the back of the hand, as if to say it were a light greeting.
　It was a blow that was struck sideways while cutting through the air, but it was easy to avoid with that kind of movement, so Ray avoided the blow of his fingernail by magic with the last chance he could hit...

"What!"

　The moment the magic claw passed Ray's chest, it grew. That's more than a day
　The moment Ray sees the move, he immediately swings his twilight spear and scratches his magic claws.
　the spear of twilight and the claw of magic
　Both are the same in terms of magic items, and both the insteps and insteps that Vihela wears are excellent items that an alchemist with higher skills than the rest of the world made with all his might.
　But... still one step lower than the twilight spear, which was made from a number of rare monster materials.
　As a result, the clash between the spear of twilight and the claw of magic resulted in the tip of the spear of twilight cutting off the claw of magic.
　The immediate response prevented Vihela's attack, but she must still have been surprised. Ray's eyes, supposed to be hidden in the hood, cast a sharp, bird-of-war gaze at the viehra.

"You've become quite accomplished,"
"Oh, really? This is because of Ray. I didn't know I would be able to do this."
"... I see,"

　In one word, I understand why Vihela is able to do this.
　It's the same reason that the color of the eyes turned silver.
　the most magical heart of a silver lion because of the absorption of the very existence of Ambris

"Now, let's go next!"

　Vichela screams with moist eyes from lust -- fighting spirit.
　Most men would be inspired by the mere sight of the present Vihela.
　Such a thin garment flutters through the air, with Vihela's hands and feet waving each time.
　At first glance, it doesn't look like a striking arm or foot, but it has the strength and sharpness to strike off a man of his own size.
　Such a blow continues, and Ray averts it and plays it with his twilight spear.
　It wasn't like they were fighting, it was like they were performing... it was going to last for almost an hour.