Facts proved that practice was always the best teacher.
Although Erik and the others found it somewhat embarrassing to be beaten up by Rorschach, when they reflected carefully afterward, they all realized they had improved significantly.
There really was a difference between training under pressure and without it.
"Well, in that case, everyone, let's add combat training to our future sessions!"
After seeing how effective this method was, Charles happily made the decision.
"Ah?"
"Again?"
The mutants all pulled long faces, instinctively shaking their heads like rattles.
They had no desire to experience the terror of being dominated by Rorschach again.
"Then it's settled!"
Without a second thought, Erik was the first to voice his approval. "Everyone, go back and recover properly. Tomorrow, I hope none of you get beaten as badly by Rorschach."
With that, Erik ignored the other mutants, dusted himself off, and turned to leave.
"Did you hear Erik?" Charles spread his hands. "Good luck."
Then he, too, strode away with flair.
Leaving the mutants staring at one another in disarray.
But soon, Darwin abruptly got to his feet and headed outside.
"Darwin, where are you going?"
Banshee called after him, craning his neck.
"To train! You all heard what Charles and Erik said!"
Darwin strode away, leaving only those words drifting back.
"What do we do?"
"What else can we do? Accept our fate!"
Havok, Banshee, and the others exchanged views helplessly, ultimately accepting this unfortunate fate.
In truth, they agreed with this approach deep down. They were merely too stubborn to admit it.
From then on,
the mutants began a long life under the terror of Rorschach.
But it had to be said that after combat training was introduced, the mutants' progress became remarkably obvious, and their training efficiency improved dramatically before their eyes.
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