In the camp courtyard, Kyosuke was busy enjoying his meal.
In front of him, two subordinates were sparring, making up for their shortcomings through live combat.
Over the course of a year, even his powerful Legion had inevitably suffered heavy losses.
The Legion currently had 168 members, with dozens of them having fallen in battle.
Considering how difficult it was to train his subordinates, Kyosuke had decided six months ago to use their free time for elite training.
He would make the most of the resources at his disposal to help his subordinates grow stronger.
You had to be tough yourself before you could strike iron; getting stronger was the key to staying alive.
After half a year of grueling training, the overall strength of his more than a hundred subordinates had improved noticeably.
The Chidori Squad continually refined their Lightning Release, using the stimulation of their cells to increase their speed.
The Body Flicker Squad was made up of those who couldn't learn Chidori.
They had mastered Kyosuke's Body Flicker Technique and swordsmanship. They were just as fast as the others, and could make up for their lack of firepower with their sword techniques.
In short, Kyosuke's Legion focused on striking and withdrawing in a flash. They never dragged out a fight.
If you weren't fast enough to keep up with the main force, then you couldn't blame anyone if you died.
Did you not want to die?
Then train twice as hard. The stronger you became, the better your chances of survival.
Crack! Two bolts of lightning collided, kicking up clouds of violent dust and ruining Kyosuke's appetite.
"What are those guys doing?" Setting down his plate, the boy leisurely picked his teeth and decided he'd go drink half a bucket of fresh milk in a bit.
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