Limloo Trains The Slimes In Magic

[Your curiosity piqued as you considered the logistics of Limloo's plan. "Minimizing casualties while capturing their leader... That's a tall order, Limloo. How do you plan to outmaneuver the goblins when they have greater numbers and weapons?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.]

[Limloo's core glowed, as if amused by the doubt in your voice. "Allow me to demonstrate, my Lord. Please, observe."]

[Limloo floated forward into the open, his gelatinous body rippling with energy. With a slight pulse of his core, mana gathered around him, and a gentle gust of wind swept through the air.]

[Suddenly, Limloo launched himself upward, bouncing into the air using a spell he called Air Bounce. It was as if he had turned the very air into a solid surface beneath him.]

[Your heterochromatic eyes widened as Limloo ascended rapidly, zigzagging through the sky with remarkable agility.]

[He shifted directions effortlessly, his movements precise and fluid. The sheer speed at which he darted around made it hard to keep track of him.]

[Limloo landed gracefully back on the ground, his core dimming slightly as he turned to you. "With Air Bounce, I can traverse the battlefield with ease, my Lord. This allows me to bypass goblin defenses, strike precisely where needed, and neutralize their leader without exposing myself to unnecessary risk."]

[You blinked, momentarily speechless. "That... was incredible. You're faster than I expected. If you can pull that off in battle, then this plan might actually work."]

[Limloo pulsed brightly, his tone brimming with unwavering confidence. "Rest assured, my Lord, the goblins will be subdued efficiently, and their lord delivered to you. Your will shall be done."]

[As you walked back toward the village, you glanced at the traps and barricades.]

[Knowing that Limloo could handle the goblins with such precision and skill, the defenses seemed almost unnecessary. Yet, their presence served as a testament to your strategic foresight and the collective efforts of your loyal subjects.]

[Pausing outside the hall, you turned to Limloo with a smirk. "I trust you, Limloo. Don't let me down."]

[Limloo bowed his gelatinous body slightly, his core glowing brightly with determination. "Your trust is my greatest honor, my Lord. I shall not fail you."]

[You entered the hall, the faint glow of the moon casting long shadows across the wooden walls.]

[Sitting on your wooden throne, you leaned back and sighed. Despite Limloo's demonstration, the weight of the upcoming battle hung heavily on your shoulders.]

["If Limloo truly can outmaneuver the goblins and capture their lord…" you murmured to yourself, tapping your fingers on the armrest, "then perhaps we can turn this village into something more than an easy target."]

[As if sensing your thoughts, Limloo floated into the hall, his core pulsating faintly. "My Lord, you seem troubled. May I offer any assistance or reassurance?" he asked telepathically.]

[You chuckled softly, gesturing for him to approach. "Just thinking about the risks. Even with your abilities, there's always the chance something could go wrong."]

[You paused, your heterochromatic eyes narrowing. "If they realize what you're doing, they might focus all their efforts on overwhelming you. Are you prepared for that?"]

[Limloo's core glowed steadily, a sign of his unwavering confidence. "I understand your concern, my Lord, but I assure you, their strategies are predictable. Goblins rely on brute force and numbers. They lack the intelligence or coordination to counter a superior foe."]

["You're really confident, aren't you?" you said, smirking despite yourself.]

["Confidence borne from preparation and capability, my Lord," Limloo replied humbly. "If you wish, I can train the other slimes in basic combat formations and support roles to ensure the village remains secure in my absence."]

["Additionally, I believe it would be beneficial to teach them basic elemental magic. Though their capabilities will not match mine, they could at least learn to cast a single elemental spell by tomorrow. Even a small ember or gust of wind can make a difference in battle."]

[Your eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Magic? That's… interesting. If they can manage even one spell, it would make them far more effective. Let's do it." You paused, a thought crossing your mind. "But will they be able to learn it in time?"]

[Limloo pulsed brightly, his tone brimming with confidence. "While it would normally take weeks or months for beings of their simplicity to grasp magic, I can condense their training using my SS-rank Wise Sage talent. With intense focus and my guidance, they will be able to perform a single basic spell by dawn."]

[You nodded, rising from your throne. "Good. Even a little magic could tip the scales. The survival of the village depends on all of us working together. Let's make sure we're ready."]

[Under Limloo's command, the slimes quickly organized into groups. While some continued their patrols around the village, others gathered in a clearing where Limloo began their magical instruction.]

[He floated before them, his core glowing brightly as he lectured telepathically. "Magic is an extension of your will and the mana that flows within and around you. Focus your energy, draw upon the element that resonates most strongly with you, and shape it into a spell. Observe."]

[Limloo demonstrated by conjuring a small flame in midair, its flickering light casting an otherworldly glow on the surrounding slimes. "This is but a basic fire spell. Now, try to imitate it. Do not fear failure; each attempt will bring you closer to success."]

[The slimes wobbled with determination, their gelatinous forms rippling as they attempted to gather mana.]

[While the first attempts resulted in faint sparks and harmless puffs of air, progress was evident. Limloo guided them tirelessly, correcting their techniques and encouraging their efforts.]

[As the night deepened, you found yourself watching from the sidelines, arms crossed.]

[The sight of the slimes earnestly training filled you with a strange sense of pride. Their gelatinous forms quivered with effort, some managing to produce small flames, gusts of wind, or splashes of water.]

["If this works," you muttered to yourself, "the goblins won't know what hit them."]