"What's taking those kids so long?" Zeke thought to himself as he sat comfortably on the ground.
On his hand is a wooden stick as long as a regular sword and, aside from this, he has nothing else. Meanwhile he specifically instructed the elites to go all out and bring all their equipment with them.
The location of the fight is the same area where he fought against the five generals and their forces. The giant meteor of ice has already shattered and melted, making some parts of the area wet and muddy. While waiting for them, he began going through the forging options, thinking of the elites and, all the job classes and attributes he saw.
He told them to bring their best equipment because, this is the only way for him to show them their flaws. Without actually showing him what they've got, he can't improve them in the most efficient way possible.
