I want to see the Tang Dynasty's border! I want to... go see it for the general who painted me back then!

Shen Le stared at the map with a miserable expression.

Beside him, heads bobbed—ah, no, there were no people, nor any heads. There was only a cluster of little companions pressed together, pointing and gesturing at the light screen:

[This place is huge!]

[It really is huge, and so scattered—]

[It feels like we're about to cross the desert—]

[Wah—Shen Le, sorry, but I really can't accompany you to this place.]

Along with that final line came a wave-like trembling beneath their feet. Cloud Kun swayed apologetically, rocking back and forth:

[It's too dry there—far too dry. There isn't any water at all, so I can't use my powers over there—how about this, I'll keep training here, and Compass and Scroll can go with you?]

Cloud Kun's military training and research in the inland lake had already continued for several months.

By now, he could promptly open barriers and launch all kinds of ammunition, though he still was not very skilled at controlling where it landed...

When he shrank himself, even the slightest distortion in the spatial barrier could cause missiles, rockets, and all sorts of other things to appear in inexplicable places around him.

It was only because Compass and Scroll were there, allowing him to promptly see where those things appeared, that he could keep adjusting his abilities.

"Ah, there's no need. I'll look slowly on my own." Shen Le gently stroked the tabletop beside him.

"You've communicated through the map and pointed out the exact location for me. That's already been a tremendous help. Your training costs a great deal of money, and although the state is supporting it, we should still save money for the country whenever we can, shouldn't we?"

Cloud Kun swayed again unwillingly. The entire room spun, and a pen rolled from the