Chapter 25: Preparation... (2)

For 1-star individuals with next to no extraordinary abilities, if they are deployed randomly, it usually ends in a basic battle. Typically, in such cases, the survival rate of heroes ends up in jeopardy.

That's when the concept of party formation based on the principle of balance emerged.

First, the warrior takes the lead and assumes the role of a tank with a shield and sword.

The spearman supports the warrior from mid-range, serving as a secondary tank and dealer.

And the archer plays the main role in sniping and dealing damage from long range.

If role distribution is done properly, combat power as well as survival rates skyrocket. That is, if the roles are properly fulfilled.

"Will we see your abilities?"

I lifted my wooden shield and took hold of my wooden sword.

Aaron stood there, holding a spear, looking uncertain.

"What are you doing? Aren't you prepared to fight?"

"Fi-fighting? Aren't you going to teach me first?"

"You expect me to teach you when I've never even held a spear?"

"Alright."

"I learned on my own as well. You can learn on your own too. Be grateful that there's someone to spar with. When I first came here, I fought against scarecrows alone."

Aaron changed his stance, but his scared expression was evident.

"Hyah!"

Aaron yelled with a strange vigor as he thrust his spear forward.

His body was filled with tension, and he closed both his eyes. As I stepped aside, the spear sliced through the air.

It wasn't a fight of life and death.

If he gets scared like this in a basic battle, how will he fare in a real battle?

I quickly pulled the lead toward me with my left hand, holding the shield.

Aaron stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Ugh."

"Get up. Is this all you've got? If I were a monster, you'd already be defeated."

"I-I'll get up."

It's inevitable for his stance to be awkward.

To a skilled person, even I would appear tragically clumsy. The problem lies in his mindset. There's no drive. No desire to win. No composure in seeking weaknesses.

It only appears as though he's forcing himself to do it because he doesn't want to die.

An hour passed.

"Hah, hah, hah."

Aaron lay sprawled on the floor of the training course. His chest heaved up and down without a moment's rest. In contrast, I had only begun to sweat.

There's almost a double stat difference between me at level 7 and Aaron at level 1.

However, no matter how much my body and skills may be superior, it's rather unsettling that he can't even touch me. It's not like the difference is overwhelmingly huge.

"Get up. Let's go again."

"I can't anymore."

"Okay, don't come tomorrow."

Aaron turned his body over and slowly got up. His whole body was covered in sweat.

Jenna said, "Shouldn't we take a break?"

"I'm not planning to carry your stuff. If you can't keep up, I'll leave you behind."

"Ugh, ugh."

Aaron held the spear unsteadily.

"Do you have any family?"

"M-My younger sister is waiting."

"You're better than me. I have no one."

I flicked my wooden sword.

"If you're going to do it half-heartedly because you feel sorry, don't do it at all. If you come out that way, you'll die at the hands of a monster. It'll be much more painful than dying through synthesis. Do you understand?"

"I want to protect my sister."

"Protect her? You need to come back alive first!"

Aaron's gaze suddenly changed.

"Now we're talking."

"I'm coming!"

After the training ended, Jenna took the completely exhausted Aaron to the dormitory.

Although he still couldn't land a hit on me, Aaron achieved the feat of making me use a shield. He even started attempting procedures…

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