🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- As our old-timer used to say, statistics are just one form of lies and a tool for propagandists, buddy. Better believe in yourself and your comrades, and you'll never fail. If you do make a mistake, it's just bad luck, but if you put in the effort, it's your achievement, which will elevate both you and them. At the very least, we're all here and now, and that means something.

- Today, we have the disposal of the remaining forces planned.
Without going into unnecessary details, Sensei Nemuyasu led the boys out of the base, where the remaining Calcite slave traders were also released. This time, they were all armed with shamshirs and wooden shields.

- Sensei. I applaud the legacy of their father and the womb of their mother, but I can't help but find this strange. It's as if some faceless monsters were gathered from the desert. Are these really the captured slave traders? ... Never mind, it doesn't really matter.
Closing his eyes, Genza swung the air for the 3001st time (but actually, an unknown number of times), feeling an unpleasant, but in some ways pleasant, pain in the blisters on his palms, and realizing that the "rail" was now holding much easier than before - roughly base damage plus critical hit.
- I will lead us to victory. For Asuguh and the commander! - The boy waved his sword towards Calcite-5.
If you follow my lead, we'll all move forward... if not, then only I will.