The main reason for the chaotic communication was simple—it was the first time the three of them had fought using the biological armor.
The feeling of constantly sharing vision, synchronizing movement data, and even sensing each other's positioning in real time was completely new. Because of this, all three of them became unusually active in the communication channel, constantly exchanging thoughts, suggestions, and reactions.
As for actual coordination in battle, it relied more on individual judgment than structured teamwork.
Kanae naturally tried to take command. After all, she had been the captain of her original team, and Saeko was also one of her trusted members. From her perspective, assigning roles and directing movement was the most efficient approach.
But Esdeath was not someone who would quietly accept leadership.
Not only did she refuse to follow Kanae's orders, she even actively contested the command position. Her reasoning was straightforward—she had led armies as a general before, and in terms of large-scale tactical experience, she considered herself far more experienced than Kanae.
This immediately created tension in the command channel.
Saeko, caught in the middle, found herself in an awkward position.
On one hand, Kanae was technically her captain. On the other, she had a good personal relationship with Esdeath and understood her capabilities well.
Strictly speaking, she should have supported Kanae.
But the problem was clear—Esdeath's tactical suggestions were not unreasonable. In fact, she frequently pointed out gaps in Kanae's plans and offered alternatives that were often more efficient, to the point where Kanae herself struggled to refute them.
The situation became increasingly complicated.
Finally, Saeko lost patience.
"If you two are going to argue, do it somewhere else. Don't interfere with my fight."
Her voice cut through the communication channel with cold clarity.
To her, the situation was simple. Fighting was enjoyable, but only when it was straightforward. Constant debate mid-battle only made things more complicated than necessary.
Her stance was blunt:
Either follow a clear command, or stop interfering entirely.
After her intervention, both Kanae and Esdeath briefly fell silent.
The argument over command naturally stopped—but the result was that the battle transitioned completely into independent combat, with no structured coordination at all.
Fortunately, none of the three were inexperienced.
Even without formal teamwork, they were still capable of maintaining basic spacing and avoiding friendly interference in small-scale engagements. Their instincts as fighters compensated for the lack of communication structure.
By the time the argument settled, the battle was already nearing its end. The remaining monsters, now disorganized and attempting to flee, were quickly eliminated one by one.
Soon, silence returned to the field.
The fight was over.
The three women deactivated their armor and returned to the group as if nothing unusual had happened. None of them brought up the earlier disagreement, and the communication channel fell quiet as well.
"Good work. Welcome back."
Noa greeted them casually with a satisfied expression, handing over water as if they had just finished a simple training exercise.
What he was most satisfied with was the performance of the armor itself.
During the battle, none of the three had taken a single direct hit. Their mobility had been excellent, and the system's support for movement—especially aerial maneuvering—proved highly effective. Even when surrounded, they could easily break formation using vertical movement and repositioning.
As for deeper combat analysis, it was still unclear.
Because the three of them had been actively experimenting with their new abilities, and Kanae's buff had been applied beforehand, it was difficult to separate raw combat strength from system enhancement. The actual contribution of the armor versus external buffs remained somewhat mixed.
Still, the overall result was excellent.
Noa had no complaints.
After the battle, the group calmly returned to their barbecue without any sense of urgency. The monster corpses were completely ignored, as if they were irrelevant background elements.
The only noticeable issue was the lingering smell of blood carried by the wind.
Noa casually waved his hand, dispersing it with a gentle breeze. Then he reinforced the barrier around their dining area, sealing off any remaining odor and restoring the pleasant atmosphere.
The battlefield remained visible in the distance—scattered corpses and traces of combat—but as long as they didn't approach, it had no impact on their current activity.
And so, the group simply resumed their meal under the open sky, as if nothing particularly important had just happened.