(Brendan POV)
When I swore myself as Master's disciple, I thought my biggest worries would have been disappointing him with my studies while I learned under him.
And yet here I am, sitting in one of the many tents pitched within Death Pass town which would be the battlefield tomorrow if the Dongs were on time.
The other soldiers are busy converting a few of the buildings to be used by us, including a field hospital where I had volunteered to be stationed.
I was not a fighter by any means, so the best I can do is to make pills for everyone to use and tend to the wounded when the battle starts. I am still not good enough to craft those God Pills without Master's help so the best that I can do was to make simple healing and stamina pills.
The question of how dedicated to this battle we should be came to my mind.
