Roast A Lamb? (3/5)

Finn felt a rush of excitement as he received the system's rewards—Wu Mu's suicide note in a two-dimensional version and a whopping 2500 attribute pills. His mind surged with overwhelming knowledge about tactics, formations, and battle strategies—everything from various two-dimensional worlds came flooding in. It was as if he had suddenly become a military genius capable of commanding vast armies across dimensions.

"With this, training those 2000 female soldiers is going to be a breeze," Finn thought, smirking to himself. The system assured him that with the knowledge from the two-dimensional version of Wu Mu's suicide note, he could train an elite army in just two months, no less. Sengoku had no idea what was coming.

Finn's train of thought was interrupted when Sengoku's voice cut through the silence.

"Alright, boy. I see you're confident. But leading soldiers is no joke. Two months? We'll see if you're still so bold then." Sengoku's words dripped with skepticism, but Finn wasn't rattled. He knew the challenge ahead wasn't just about training soldiers—it was about proving his worth and keeping those female soldiers under his command.

With a calm demeanor, Finn responded, "Grandpa Sengoku, you'll see. I don't need more than two months. And I'll make sure you regret ever doubting me."

The room fell silent for a moment, the tension palpable. Sengoku's sheep, chomping on some stray documents in the corner, briefly caught Finn's eye. The mischievous thought of roasting the creature crossed his mind, but Finn knew better than to act rashly. He had bigger fish to fry—literally.

"Focus, Finn," he reminded himself. First, he needed to select his 2000 female soldiers and start their rigorous training. Then, after the victory, he could entertain the idea of roasting the sheep. The stakes were too high right now, and he couldn't afford distractions.

"Ding!" The system notification brought him back to the present.

"Congratulations, Host! You've received Wu Mu's suicide note (two-dimensional version) and 2500 attribute pills. Time to get to work!"

With the pills securely in his system space, Finn planned how he would distribute them. He calculated that each of the 2000 female soldiers would receive one pill, boosting their strength and agility for the upcoming trials. The rest would be for his inner circle—Nami, Tashigi, Robin, Vivi, Kalifa, and, of course, Ain once she officially joined his crew.

As Finn stood there, deep in thought, Sengoku chuckled, clearly thinking he had the upper hand in this deal. "Tomorrow, we'll gather all the female Marines in Nanwan and Dongwan. You can pick your troops then. But remember, you only have two months, and if you fail, they're all coming back to me."

Finn smirked, undeterred. "Deal. Tomorrow, I'll choose my soldiers. And two months from now, you'll be the one eating your words."

Sengoku looked at Finn with a mix of amusement and wariness. "We'll see, Finn. We'll see."

As the day of selection drew near, Finn's confidence only grew. The countdown to prove himself had begun, and with the Wu Mu's suicide note and the attribute pills at his disposal, Finn knew victory was within his grasp.

His gaze shifted back to Sengoku's sheep, which was still staring at him with innocent eyes.

"Just wait," Finn thought. "First, I'll conquer the battlefield. Then, I'll deal with you."