"Chief, I hope you can become the head of the Logistics Support Department."
"You will coordinate most of the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled to cultivate shellfish, gather crops, and run centralized textile workshops."
"Wyper, you will be in charge of the hunting team. Select the strongest warriors in the village for Haki training, then follow the Chief's arrangements to gather meat and hunt for the village."
"McKinley, you will handle the training of the youth soldiers. All children between ten and fifteen must receive basic combat training."
Leo's words made them frown slightly. Clearly, everything he said was aimed at preparing the Sky Islanders for war.
Almost no one would have any free time.
This was difficult for the Sky Islanders—and even the Shandia—to understand. Aside from fighting the Shandia, they had never truly faced a crisis of survival.
"You're far too naive," Leo said, shaking his head.
"After all these years of constant war, what do you think will be the first thing to happen once things settle down?"
"A population boom."
Leo's words sent a chill through everyone. They truly had not considered that.
"Originally, your death rate and birth rate were fixed and stable. War consumed your population, leaving enough resources that even if you ate casually, everyone could keep their stomachs full."
"But in reality, hunting and fishing peoples cannot support a large population. Your income is fixed, and you depend on the weather for food. If you find something to eat today, you eat. If you find nothing, you can only live on food accumulated over the past few days."
"Once a birth boom arrives and you are unprepared, unless we transport food up from the Blue Sea to help you, you may have to abandon many elderly people."
Leo's words horrified everyone, yet