CHAPTER 97
— What exercise, Captain?
"Why of course; it's a rigorous sparring session with your very own instructor: Me!"
"...."
It was as if the spirit of silence had suddenly drifted through the hall.
Every single Aspirant held their breath at the Captain's words, their hearts thudding against their ribs in a collective rhythm of disbelief.
Their eyelids flickered rapidly as they struggled to make sense of what he had just proposed.
A spar? With a Captain, no less?
It was more than just a crazy idea.
These individuals were just a step under the Generals in terms of pure strength, and that wasn't an exaggeration—it was a cold, hard fact.
There were rumors that only one Captain could truly stand on par with a General, but even if that remained unknown, it didn't diminish the reality of their power.
A spar with a Captain wouldn't just scar them emotionally; it would leave physical marks.
