Ryu stood stoically, his white hair fluttering wildly and his hands clasped behind his back. He looked forward toward the garbage units, not minding the Sky Gods to his back that were stuck in place, seemingly unable to make a choice.
It was impossible for Ryu to suddenly make these troops powerful. Maybe if he only had to deal with one at a time, and if he was given a few weeks at least, he could make something happen with his skill. But not only did he not have any time, there were over a million of these troops. The idea of doing anything that could fundamentally change their fates was ridiculous.
What Ryu needed to do was to establish a usable foundation that could be usable, and the best option he had in succeeding in this endeavor were formations.
