Two-year-old ordinary children. They are truly pure and adorable.
The tutor, eavesdropping on the children's conversation, silently blushed in embarrassment.
Nico Ross shook his head with slight awkwardness, but said nothing. He simply focused on his own single robot, making a variety of training moves following the robot controlled by another child, to get used to the operation.
Before they knew it, nearly an hour had passed.
The children had collectively advanced ten defensive lines, and the number of robots had decreased to twenty-eight thousand.
Nico Ross's sole robot was still functioning, and could barely keep up with the others' maneuvers. However, it had no combat power and could only shirk its duties within the formation.
