Hi-ha! Hi-ha!
Beneath the pure sky, crisp chants echoed across the vast cloud field... The Shandia warriors had begun training on the grounds: regardless of gender or age—everyone was a soldier, everyone was a fighter.
Only such an atmosphere could cultivate warriors unafraid of death and ensure that their goal of reclaiming their homeland would not come to nothing.
On the right side of the training grounds, Wyper—the man who had fought Reg—was leading the villagers in training... When he saw Reg and the chief, his expression visibly turned unnatural.
"You should thank him... Wyper is an outstanding child. It's rare for him to lose even once."
The chief stroked his beard with a smile, forming a sharp contrast with Wyper in the distance.
"A loss..."
Reg shook his head with a smile... On Tower Forest Island, Wyper would have been nothing more than an "EXP piñata."
Along the path of Reg's growth stood one towering mountain after another.
With Wyper's personality, if he went there... he would either be driven mad or become another Lucci through sheer ruthlessness.
"Chief, why have you come?"
Emerging from the large tent... was a ****** bald man.
"I brought Reg to pick out the equipment he'll need." The chief spoke as he walked forward.
"Huh?!"
The man named Tim cried out in alarm... This was an important equipment storehouse. Even if this guy was Noland's descendant, wasn't this too casual?
"What are you gawking at... Reg isn't like the children in the village. He's a true warrior." The chief turned back with a stern expression, not forgetting to wave Reg over.
"Chief, let me handle it..."
"Tim, go do your work."
The chief's tone brooked no argument, so Tim could only nod helplessly... though the look he gave Reg was inevitably a little