"Young Master... the Alipins are ready, we await your orders."
At the entrance of the Secret Training Grounds, a cluster of Alipins both small and tall gathered beneath the feet of Miguel.
It is amazing to witness, a flock of sheep tending to wear a wolve's hide as they all neatly lined up, each preparing to receive their weapons.
Exuding an aura reminiscent of his days as the Golden general back in his old world, Miguel stood atop a small boulder of stone slate that was covered in moss and patches of grass while standing straight and his chest, widely stretched.
He began with a speech that tries to tug deep from Miguel's many experiences in battles.
"Battles, as you have known are extremely chaotic and confusing. There should be a sense of worry in your hearts, but not so much now that we are prepared."
