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Rolan had built a proper home for the tribal warriors. Not just a shelter—but a true place they could call their own. Around the new housing structures, he had also constructed a training ground specifically for them. A field with wooden dummies, sparring zones, and a ring for duels. The warriors were overjoyed. Grateful. For the first time in their lives, they were treated as more than weapons—they were treated as people. As Rolan's loyal subjects.
He had granted them a small village, one that would serve as the foundation for their growing tribe. As the days passed, it became more than just buildings and tents. It became a home.
The tribal warriors were no longer the broken fighters they once were. They had changed—grown. Especially Ella. Though her past trauma still lingered beneath the surface, she had begun to overcome it. Day by day, she stood stronger, now training with Kuro in the art of swordsmanship. Her steps were still light, her movements fluid, but now they carried purpose. Determination.
Kuro, ever the diligent swordsman, trained not just Ella but all the others. He guided them with a firm yet calm hand, demanding precision and discipline. He had taken it upon himself to mold them into something greater.
Reynald, wild as ever, honed his strength and fury with claws and heavy two-handed swords. His Berserker nature flourished on the battlefield, and even Kuro found it difficult to spar against him. His unrelenting aggression was like a storm—unpredictable and devastating.
Braun, meanwhile, took to his training with reckless joy. He hacked away at wooden poles with his axe, roaring battle cries with every strike. The poles splintered under his strength, exploding into pieces. His style was erratic, savage—yet strangely effective. He, too, sparred with Kuro, but unlike Reynald, Braun fought like a madman. A true barbarian.
Then there was Bane.
Bane didn't rely on weapons. His fists and feet were his tools of war. He punched and kicked through dummies, blocked blade strikes with reinforced bracers, and displayed an uncanny control over close combat. Yet Rolan sensed something else within him—something deeper. An unseen force was brewing in Bane, building like a volcano waiting to erupt. It intrigued Rolan. He saw limitless potential in the quiet brawler.
From the porch of his house, which overlooked the training grounds, Rolan stood sipping a cup of hot tea. They had recently discovered a tea plant in the nearby forest, and while they still lacked sugar, they considered harvesting honey from wild beehives as a substitute. For now, the earthy bitterness of the tea was enough.
The morning air was cool. Fog clung to the village like a veil, and the sounds of metal clashing and warriors shouting filled the air. It was a beautiful chaos.
As he watched them, they noticed him too. One by one, they turned.
"Master Rolan!" Kuro called, leading the group as they approached. They all stopped before him and knelt in respect.
"It is our great honor to see you in good health," Kuro said. "It may be out of place... but may we ask for a favor?"
Rolan smiled warmly. "Speak. Don't be shy."
"May we begin training the tribal villagers—to raise them as tribe warriors?"
The others looked up with hopeful eyes, silently pleading.
"Of course," Rolan said with a nod. "Do as you please."
The warriors bowed again, overjoyed. Rolan, meanwhile, remembered something.
'Solomon, analyze my underlings.'
[Affirmative]
Kuro the Swordsman
[Specialization: sword weapon training]
[Talent: Reaction speed]
Reynald the Berserker
[Specialization: claws weapon training]
[Talent: All-out offensive style]
Ella the Lifestealer
[Specialization: curved daggers]
[Talent: Evasion and counters]
Braun the Barbarian
[Specialization: dual wielding]
[Talent: Weapon switch]
Bane the Brawler
[Specialization: unarmed combat]
[Talent: Disarms and takedowns]
With a smirk, Rolan shifted back into his mimic form and spat out a pile of freshly crafted weapons and armor—crafted by his slime clones using demonic steel. Returning to his human form, he began distributing the equipment.
"These are for you! Made by my slimes themselves!"
Kuro received a single-edged sword with no guard and a flexible plate armor bound with interlocking chains.
Reynald was given a horned helm and full plate armor.
Ella received a pair of curved daggers and light armor tailored for speed and mobility.
Braun received heavy armor, dual axes, a two-handed war hammer, and a massive greatsword.
Bane was gifted brawler's gloves and reinforced boots, both made for devastating hand-to-hand combat.
They were ecstatic. They rejoiced and bowed.
"I will craft even better weapons in the future," Rolan said. "But for now, treat these as my gifts."
"Thank you, Master!" Kuro declared. "Though we have nothing in return... may we offer you our knowledge? Let us train you."
"Alright then!" Rolan replied.
'Solomon, use skill: Fast Learner.'
[Affirmative]
[Learning increased by 200%]
'Use Class Mimicry.'
[Class Swordsman copied]
[Class Berserker copied]
[Class Lifestealer copied]
[Class Brawler copied]
[Class Barbarian copied]
[Specializations and Talents copied.]
He trained with them nonstop. They battered him, bruised him, and knocked him down—but he got back up every time. Thanks to his rapid learning skill, Rolan absorbed their fighting styles within days. Every stance, every movement, every tactic.
He began to surpass them.
Soon after, he rested, and the next day, the training of the villagers began. Kuro and the others took 20 villagers each and began their rigorous regimens. First, the villagers mimicked sword swings, slicing through the air, mimicking Kuro's form and shouting as they did.
They needed to master the basics—how to grip, how to strike, how to defend. The training was brutal, but the results spoke volumes.
Rolan, meanwhile, continued crafting weapons in bulk using mass-produced demonic steel. Each Tribal Warrior was armed with a sword—some with one-handed blades, others with two-handed weapons.
After several days, 180 Tribal Warriors had been trained. Kuro, Reynald, Braun, Ella, and Bane took their 20 each to train them into proper combat paths. The five of them, now known as Tribal Masters, stood as the heads of their classes.
Rolan activated his Evolution skill.
'Solomon, use Evolution on 100 Tribal Warriors.'
[Affirmative]
[Evolution in process…]
[20 Swordsmen evolved]
[20 Berserkers evolved]
[20 Offensive Knights evolved]
[20 Brawlers evolved]
[20 Lifestealers evolved]
[20 Spearmen evolved]
[20 Staff masters evolved]
[20 Duelists evolved]
[Mana expended. Entering hibernation.]
The rest of the tribe sorted into new roles—20 Spearmen under Seiya, 20 Duelists under Elle, 20 Chaos Knights under Tron, and 20 Staff Masters under Ain. The elders and children remained outside combat roles.
In total, 180 strong men and women now stood ready—disciplined, trained, and loyal.
Rolan had forged a true fighting force.
The tribe was no longer just surviving.
They were ready for war.