Trinitas Mundus - The Story of Saint Knight Ray

The date and time of the duel was set at 3 p.m. the following day.

The location is a training ground for mercenary guilds.

As requested by Ray, only the parties and the attendees were also allowed conditions of non-publication.

And he was also allowed to decide that the terms of the settlement he proposed, that the parties would admit to losing, that the weapons used would be destroyed, and that the witnesses would be incapable of fighting - including death.

(In the meantime, I'm on schedule. It was really good because I did it the time I asked for, and I had to make it somewhere else that it was a different time. It would be even more helpful if Cylon kept me alert... I can count on another day of training tomorrow. If you don't have many people, you might want to try using magic on them, Mr. Shabby)

The next day, the morning before the duel, Ray and Ashley, as usual, head to the Mercenary Guild training ground.

On the road, when Ashley,

"Sounds good, but how's your confidence?

"I'm not feeling too bad. Ashley and Shabby gave me this much archery, which I think is pretty much stronger than it was ten days ago. But I'm not sure I can win yet... to the extent that they don't have to kill me."

She heard the words and was only a little relieved.

(If I was overconfident, I would have tried to be addicted, but if this is all calm, I might be able to figure it out tomorrow. All you have to do is hope you don't notice the giddy killings... no, during today's audition...)

Waiting for Shabby with his usual spear in his hand to start his morning archery, Shabby showed up with serious hands, not a training sabel.

"I'm gonna do the finishing touches with this guy today. Your biggest weakness is your lack of field experience. Especially if you've never been in a relationship with someone who's involved in murder."

"But if you use something like that, you don't have to get hurt. If it slips on your armor... let's keep it that way, Mr. Shabby."

He sees a serious glow unlike a simulated sword, and he finds himself scared.

And I look at Ashley, but is she in the same opinion, shaking her neck to the side,

"Shabby is right. Unlike Cylon, Shabby doesn't go” kill ”. But still” accidents ”happen. If you don't get in the mood, you're gonna die.

He now realizes the horror of the sword of the stripper turning against him.

(You are right to teach that blades should not be directed at people. If they point at something like that, it's a terrible decision. What do we do... Tomorrow there's a guy who's going to ”kill” and point at "that”. So you two do this...... you just have to do it!

He forcibly holds down his body, which is about to tremble, silently putting up a spear.

Shabby attacked him with that signal.

It looks the same as a mock sword up to yesterday, but it also looks like it wraps around something like a disastrous aura when you think it's serious.

Clearly unlike his movements up to yesterday, Shabby waves the sabel relentlessly against him with his hips pulled and his hands alone waving the spear.

"Such a helo thrust wouldn't even restrain you."

With that screaming, swinging the sabel with the momentum to slash off his arm, Ray instinctively pulls his arm and dodges, but Shabby slaps a kick into that gap filled posture.

Ray, who devours the kick and is blown away by a few m, desperately restarts his spear in an attempt to beat the fear.

(No. I'm afraid of the blade. Even though it's the same wind-cut sound as usual, I feel like if I'm serious, the sound alone is going to kill me. What am I supposed to do! I don't know......)

Though he sets up a spear, he turns passively without aggressively attacking.

"Try moving as usual! Yesterday you would have avoided it better! Oh, my God, that hips!

Shabby's curse echoed the training ground, but Ray's movements remained lacking in glory.

We made the rendezvous for about thirty minutes and once we got into the break, we couldn't move properly until the end.

Shabby was convinced that the concern he was feeling yesterday was this.

(I knew it. Ashley said the same thing. Ray said he had never confronted a weapon other than a stick. What to do. It's a waste of time as it is...)

Ray remained silent and sat back.

(My body doesn't move. The speed and orbit of the attack are the same, but ”fear” stands first... What do we do? I can't think of a solution...... I guess it's best to ask a veteran when this is the case)

He honestly told both Ashley and Shabby that the blade was horrible and asked for advice on what to do.

In contrast, Ashley said that

"We just have to step on the number of places. That said, we don't have too much time now...... what should we do, Shabby?

"Right... use that one... I need permission from the Branch Manager..."

"What is that? Maybe...... are you serious?

"Oh, that's not a mock sword either, it makes you serious. If you do it badly, Ray may get hurt badly, but there's no choice."

Ray, who can't keep up with the story,

"Talk about what? What do you mean," that ”?

In contrast, Shabby answers.

"The mercenary guild has a medium ghost - an oak - to give the rookie the courage. Dimensions are to have him fight it. Normally, I only let him have a stick or a mock sword, but this time, he's serious."

"What! You mean kill the ghost Orc among them? So, but..."

Ashley on the frightened Ray,

"The Middle-Ghost" Orc "here belongs to the wild that is occasionally caught alive. I have little skill. There's nothing to be afraid of, as long as you look closely, because you just swing to the dark clouds. But if you don't kill him, you're gonna get hurt."

To that word, Ray said,

(I'm sorry for the major injury... the demons have killed each other many times. You should be able to...)

He turned his belly and said, "Okay. I'll try," he replies, forcing him to make a smile.

The rank of mercenaries starts at the tenth level and goes to the first level, just like adventurers. The promotion is the same in terms of contribution to the guild, but the only difference is the condition for promotion from grade 10 to grade 9.

Mercenaries' experience in action is considered a prerequisite.

Conditions for moving up from Grade 10 to Grade 9 are determined by actual experience, that is, whether you can be promoted by killing enemies in action.

This condition was left because it also matches the idea of the mercenaries that in a system that began in a world of war, half a person with no actual combat experience. But in relatively peaceful areas, there are few in action per se.

Mercenary work other than going to the battlefield as a soldier has an overwhelming number of escort duties. In the case of escorts, there is little chance of experiencing a real battle, as not being attacked is paramount and hits the mission with a degree of force that serves as a deterrent. Conversely, a rookie dies first when he is attacked by such a force of war that deterrence is ineffective.

Thus, newly-registered newcomers will remain in the tenth grade and will spend years.

To avoid that, the mercenary guild was trying to make rookies go through a real battle with human-shaped demons, medium ghosts (oaks) and little ghosts (goblins), etc.

This time, the ghost (Oak) as Ray fought was also secured by the circumstances in which he said so.

After Shabby goes to the application, wait about thirty minutes.

Ashley was worried that her permission would go down, but Ray's permission for the branch manager was easily given that she was also a Grade 10 rookie.

Shabby took the lead, and the Rays headed toward a warehouse-like building further behind the training ground.

The size is about two-thirds of the training ground, twenty m x twenty m in size, and when you go inside, the smell of a beast like a livestock pounds your nose.

When Shabby lights the lights on the illuminated demonic props, he goes down the stairs leading to the basement at a foot he's accustomed to.

They both followed it, and when they went down to the basement, the smell intensified even more, and they began to hear a groaning voice similar to that of the beast.

The basement was bigger than the ground and there were several cells, among which there seemed to be more than ten man-shaped demons, such as the medium ghost Oak, the little ghost Goblin, and the screams grew louder as they entered.

Ray looked intrigued to see Oak for the first time.

The figure is one hundred and eighty cm tall, but it feels like I said demon to see the protruding belly, short legs, hairy body hair, etc., and its face turned makes the impression that the crushed nose, a few cm of fangs protruding upwards from the mandible, sharp eyelids, and about two cm of small horns on the forehead reinforce the "ghost”.

(He looks vicious... just “ghost”. You're going to fight this guy now... at least, if he's a goblin... no, this is what Mr. Shabby said he would “brace himself” for. You can't be the one who knows you're weak. But you're almost human...)

He was still hesitant to take a weapon in his hand to kill people as he looked at the orc.

No, my head knows it's what I need to survive.

But my heart won't let me stop the "Japanese” that easily. The stained ethics were not something that could be changed overnight.

While the guild staff prepares, he is taken to a space covered by a wall of ten m squares by Shabby.

"Have them fight orcs here. The door that just came in is completely closed from the outside so that the inside ghost doesn't escape. And when he comes out the other door, the door will be completely closed, too. Until he or you fall, the door won't open. Me and Ashley are looking from the top, but I can't help you if you're in danger. You got it."

Ray looks around. The place, illuminated by illuminated demonic props lined up at equal intervals, was slightly dim, the soil at his feet was stiffened and, by the way, sand was scattered. If you look closely at the place, it also looks discolored black.

(I guess that place was discolored with blood. It's like a gladiator fighting in the arena... the only way to get out alive is to kill the enemy. Sure, you'll be brazen. But is this really the right thing to do... No, this isn't Japan. I should have made up my mind before. Kill the orc at all costs......)

He looks around again.

Looking in turn at the doors of those who came in, the doors where the oak came in, and finally upwards, I saw the seats that had become steps like the audience seats.

And then he gets ready, and he shudders at Shabby. Shabby tapped him lightly on the shoulder and walked out the door.

He stood the spear: Albumcorne, staring at the door where the oak would come out.

After the sound of Gatan, it slowly opens as the door makes the sound of Giggy.

Halfway open, the door suddenly opened in momentum and an oak jumped in with a sword about a metre long in one hand.

"Wow!

He marvels at the unexpected development and his body stiffens for a moment.

(No signal to start or anything! At least hang up on me about the starting words...)

He pokes a stiff flash of clearance, approaching as the oak hangs around his body.

Oak's attack was linear, but slower than I thought, and if you look closely enough, it was an attack that could be avoided.

I almost panicked for a moment only, but Ray noticed the matter more calmly than he thought and sticks his spear out to restrain the oak.

Orc waved his sword at the horizontal giraffe trying to play the spear with an angry look on his face.

Ray pulls the spear as if he had anticipated the action, exposing the oak attack.

(Just as I thought. I can predict action because I'm angry. All I have to do is take my body seriously and see how it responds...)

Orc was wielding the sword in his right hand, utilizing its power and gently.

There is no sharpness, but the tension that the wind-cut sound of Boone reaches his ear and is being directed seriously strikes him. And he was nagging like when Shabby was serious and attacking me.

But he remembered Shabby's words, "If you look good, you have nothing to fear," and turned to Orc.

(It doesn't sound sharp like Mr. Shabby or Ashley. Look closely, swinging it so disastrously won't hit you. It's just a stick if you don't hit it. Relax, relax...)

Gradually regaining his calm, he began to roll out his spear to poke through the gaps in the oak.

The attack is decided to be funny, and the oak becomes bloody to see.

His thoughts are even clearer when his attacks hit him.

(I'm not sure if serious horrors could have been overcome. Do I have to train with armor to confirm...)

He had stopped feeling terrified by the sword he wielded by the oak, so he decided to practice taking it with the armor he'd been doing until yesterday.

Hold the spear in reverse and change the arrangement so that a stone poke faces the oak. Orc also thrusts toward him thoughtfully, as the tip of his ear is not toward him.

He deliberately creates a gap and directs the attack, as he receives the sword to be wielded in a sturdy part of his armor while adjusting his distance from the oak.

Orc has slashed the sword down from the top, as he intended.

He doesn't think, he pulls back. And in a halfway position, I took that slash with my chest armor.

Along with the sound of the metal named Gackien meeting with each other, a blow from the power of the oak hits him directly in the chest.

Due to the instability of his posture and the strength of the oak, he lost his balance, but managed not to stop and be pursued.

(Ko, I'm scared... Ashley is up there if it's just a shock, but I can still pull my back when I think I'm serious. Take it well next time and show it......)

Looking from above the arena, Ashley and Shabby were surprised that Ray began to be attacked by a medium ghost (oak) with armor.

"Hey, Ray's guy, he started practicing with his armor. You scared the shit out of me."

Shabby's voice reaches Ashley, but she follows Ray with her eyes and hardly hears him.

"I thought he could do it, Ray. Ah! Give me your arm... are you okay? Did you scratch me? Huh, I believed you could do it..."

She was watching Ray fight, whining about something every time he took the damage, but that wasn't saying to Shabby next door.

(Damn, you're in love with a pretty ray guy...)

Shabby looked at Ray, but looked at Ashley sideways funny.

Ray, with enough combat, was almost certain to receive an oak attack with his armor.

(All right, it's starting to look the same for both serious and simulated swords. All you have to do is kill the inside ghost. Can you do it to me...)

For ten minutes, the orcs, who had waved their swords to tears and tears, have just begun to see fatigue and become rough breathers.

Ray felt the oak attack getting dull and pointed the spear tip at the oak.

Orc also saw that Hotip turned toward him, and he felt a danger to his life, and again began to wave his sword unceremoniously.

He calmly identifies the movement and takes the stand to roll out the poke.

(Kill in the next attack. I have no grudges against this orc, no reason to kill him, but I'll kill this guy. Get ready!

He shook his sword off, hung it on the throat of an oak full of gaps, and rolled out his spear.

That spear, which shook through the stray, pierces straight into the oak's throat.

The groaning oak of “Gugget” turned his grudgingly eyes to Ray as he raised a blood splash and sank to the floor.

(I could kill... I killed... maybe I have to get used to it, but I don't feel like I should. Orc wouldn't have wanted to die here either......)

He prays silently for a moment and prays for the blessings of the oak.

(I know it's hypocrisy. But I don't want to forget this feeling. Forget it, I feel like I won't be able to go back to Japan...)

His coming in door opened and Shabby showed up.

"Well done. We'll do the same training again after this."

Shabby looked at Ray as if he had been objective,

(Sounds like you have nothing to be excited about or afraid of. Even though most people get excited about their first kill. Are you sure it's the same guy you were just talking about? He really doesn't know...)

The two joined Ashley and went up the stairs again.

Back at the training ground, Shabby takes himself seriously again and starts a mock fight with Ray.

Ray, who feared so much seriousness, had grabbed something in his battle with the oak, without losing his chill, until he scolded Shabby's attack.

And since this afternoon, I've only used the magic I've been thinking about once.

When he activated his magic so that he could ambush him, Shabby was losing to Ray before he knew why.

"Hey, what's that, what's that? If this guy goes well, we can win, we can win, Ray!

Shabby screams excitedly, but remembers that there are people around him, and quickly gets excited.

(What was that thing now? The movement definitely stops if only once. Even if I take my eyes off for the first time, I have to be careful not to let Ray use his magic. Pretty tough, Theron...)

Time goes back to the day before.

Tall late twenties archers were training at the mercenary guild's training ground.

The archer watched Ray's special training as he trained.

He was amazed to see Ray, a member of Theron's party, making a two-man attack on Ashley and Shabby.

And when I returned to the Inn where my people were, I told the story to Theron, the leader.

"Theron, if you're caught off guard, Ray will shrug your feet, his spear is a real pain in the ass."

In contrast, Theron laughed with his nose,

"Ashley and Shabby were attacking each other? Well, you could use some... but I could overwhelm both of them. Adley, don't you think I should lose?

Adley joined Theron's party under certain circumstances, but he was never wholeheartedly convinced of him. Adley had his parents' debts shouldered by Theron, and if Theron died, he had been threatened that the testimony would go to the people in the back society.

"I'm sure you don't think so. If anything happens to you, I'm the one in trouble. That's why I've been watching him so you can win for sure!

"Ok, ok. You won't have to yell at me. Just kidding."

Wave gently, laugh and delude, but Theron was never alarmed either.

(At least you definitely defeated Hydra. He has some hidden powers. We were talking about guards, using the magic of light. I've never seen that either. The magic of an unusual light... perhaps, as it seems, a fallen saint. I know you're going to use magic to ambush me, but I'll decide before it's used...)