We were now on the seventh day of the training camp, in order words, the second last day.
Thus far, the camp had proven smooth-sailing, and the kids had shown why they were the elite of the elite. From basic piloting to conditioning, it only took a day to reach the desired levels, after which all our ti had been spent on combat tactics and combination attacks. Those went well, naturally.
Too well, in fact. An elite had an elites pride, and it was ti for a quick wake-up call. I chose the ten strongest students for a mock battle against . One on ten
Gathered around the training yard, the students watched with excitent in their knights from the outermost ring. In the center was , riding a newly manufactured knight, which I had taken to calling it the Tin Can. Due to its appearance.
Our magitek armor production hadnt stopped all this while. But the fact that we were in the midst of training the pioneer batch ant that we couldnt take in another batch of students.
Naturally the Tin Cans systems werent as smooth as Wyrms. A stretch and wave of my arms made realize how much the latency was, but it was still within acceptable paraters.
I beckoned towards the ten students with my arm. Co at , every one of you. Do not hold back, because I wont.
Having gone through seven days of rigorous training with , the kid roughly knew what kind of person I was. If I said sothing, I ant it. But I did not overreact either.
Honestly, in a real battle, even a hundred of these brats wouldnt be enough for a warm up. Yet with their knights, things were a little different.
A magitek knight, using one of these mass-produced magitek armors, was limited in their prowess. Roughly a five-stars power for ordinary pilots. Six, perhaps. If they were ace pilots.
This was common sense. The students knew it, thus they did not think they were at much of a disadvantage. In all likelihood, they couldnt even imagine how they could lose!
Well, if our dear instructor wishes it, a bit of fun shouldnt be a problem.
Having gotten closer, I now realized that Ansom was a lively kid. This nephew of ister Amori was quite a casual person. Affable. But hes been getting rather mischievous recently
The other nine students were just as eager to join in, though, the first to strike was a student nad Tallin.
Tallin had a personality that could only be described as aggressive. He was impulsive, and rather than acting like a dignified magister knight, he was more like a berserker.
Haha, the instructors mine then. Stay back, the lot of you!
When the chosen students had begun to encircle , Tallin had already stepped in front of them. This ti, he charged ahead with his knight, chanical legs tearing into the ground, spear and shield raised for a powerful ram!
Even though we were separated by our knights, his passion and hotbloodedness were infectious. Unfortunately, such a straightforward charge was only good for morale
Your openings are plain for all to see!
Right as his spear was about to strike, I perford the Revolution Slice to switch positions, dodging his line of attack by an inch.
The boy rushed past in a gust of wind. However, I wasnt done with him yet. The Revolution Slices, at its core, was a counterattack skill. Thus I swung out with my own spear, swiping at his legs like I would with a staff.
Boom!
Tallin fell flat on his face with a deafening crash
Thats one down. Whos next? Lets see how much your training has borne fruit.
No one dared to move at that mont. Faced with such a resounding defeat of one of their peers, even these elites couldnt help but feel a sense of helplessness.
Even after climbing to his feet, Tallin dared not attack right away. Instead, he cautiously backed away, as he knew that no amount of charging would yield better results.
Unlike the ten students, however, the other 90 were more than happy to participate from the sidelines.
Hey now, whats with the hold up? I thought the fighting would have started yesterday!
If you guys dont want to do it, I will!
Yeah, if youre too afraid to attack, let us have a go!
Exactly, this might be our only chance to have so skinship with the Instructor. If you guys wont do it, let !
Thats right!
These brats you guys are getting so extra training later!
Our instructor is definitely strong. Without these knights, it would surely be a loss, but in a fight of magitek armors, the instructors power should be similarly restricted as well. With so many of us, theres no way we can lose!
It was Ansom who rallied his fellow students. While one might have fallen, together they stood a chance. Was what he thought. And it seed his other students agreed as well.
Thats right, stand strong, everyone!
Together! Defeat the Instructor!
Together!
Bolstered by each other, they imdiately rushed towards like a swarm of bees. No formation to be seen, anywhere.
Thus, the brats were taught a lesson once more
Ten minutes later
Instructor, youre cheating! Everyone here is using the sa mass-produced models, so why are you so strong?! Ansom dragged himself out of his knight, hair slightly ruffled and clearly dissatisfied with his showing. Have you been holding out on us?
Exactly!
Didnt I say so already? The first generation of magitek knights have the strength of a six-star, but you must be an expert to achieve that. You guys are rely beginners; not hurting each other on the battlefield would be a miracle. Having said that, I stopped smiling and looked all in the eyes. More importantly, I dont see any teamwork from any of you!
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