But reaching the Saint Seat Level already qualifies one as an elite.
They were training, their moves formidable and fierce, their eyes showing not a trace of hesitation or fear.
Logan watched for a while, and when their practice seemed nearly complete, he approached them.
And at that moment, the members of this elite squad also noticed him.
They sized him up from head to toe, their faces full of questioning and nonacceptance.
"You're our new Commander?"
Logan hadn't released his own pressure, so they were unclear about his strength.
A scoff came from one at the Third Level of the Saint Seat hierarchy.
"I thought you'd be someone impressive, but you don't look like much, just a pretty face. I really don't understand why the emperor would choose someone like you to lead us. Kid, do you even know what the Elite Team is? Do you think you can just waltz in as our Commander because you've got connections? To become our Commander, you have to pass our test first!"