"C-Commander." Half-dead, Ruslan staggered over to Annanu's side and reported with a lifeless expression, "The food is ready."
"The food's ready!!!"
"Holy shit, food!!!"
"Grab it, damn it! If you're too slow, there'll be none left!!!"
All seventeen of them, including Adekate, sprang up at once and pounced on Ruslan's cooking utensils like a pack of wolves that had been starving for half a month.
".You saved some for yourself, right?" Annanu looked at the warriors with some speechless exasperation, but he still asked Ruslan with concern.
For some reason, Siduri's younger brother gave off an aura that felt familiar and comforting to him, though Annanu himself had not realized it.
"I did." Ruslan gave a bitter smile, took out the two portions he had saved, and handed one to Annanu.
"Oh! You saved some for me too!" Annanu blinked in surprise.
"You are the commander of the army, but you're also part of the army. Of course there's food for you." Ruslan dropped down onto the ground and began eating.
"By the way, your stamina really is impressive. You completed the same amount of training as everyone else, yet you still had the energy to cook for them. That's really something." Annanu took small bites as he praised Ruslan.
"Ah... maybe my willpower is just particularly strong. Or something?"
Ruslan smiled.
The training he had done on the islands in the Atlantic Ocean had been far harsher than what Annanu had arranged, and he had undertaken it voluntarily.
But the physical abilities of humans back then could not compare to those of humans now. Though both periods were the Age of Gods, there were differences even between Ages of Gods.
Back then, even a child might have been able to defeat an adult here.
"Commander, what training will we