Hearing Lucas’s words, Atticus’s lips couldn’t help but curl up into a smile as he burst into laughter.
Lucas looked at Atticus feeling a little bewildered.
‘Why is he laughing?’ He thought.
After a few seconds, Atticus, wiping away a tear that formed from laughing too hard, spoke, “Haa, You’re cracking me up, Lucas. Don’t tell me this is the first time you felt you’re not the smartest in the room?”
Lucas’s lips twitched. But he couldn’t help but agree with Atticus. This was the first time he felt… inadequate.
He had always known Atticus was smart; it was glaring with the way he handled everything.
But if Lucas had to be honest, he had assumed that he had always been a step ahead of Atticus with regards to intelligence.
In fact, he had been so sure of himself that he felt that in his age group, only the Enigmalnk family youths who had a bloodline that focuses on intelligence could contend with him.
To him, the things Atticus had done before now, while they were smart, were the obvious choices to him.
But during this situation, watching Atticus, he felt like every single action he took had a reason. It was a first for him, not feeling like the smartest in the room. And it was a weird feeling, to say the least.
After a minute of talking, Atticus left Lucas and the group.
Amongst the group, Zara stood together with Hen, who hadn’t even uttered a word when Atticus had been talking with Lucas. Seeing that he was present in the group, he had obviously taken Atticus’s warning to heart and had eventually decided to join the group.
After giving Lucas instructions, he had left everything in Lucas’s hands. He was confident Lucas would be able to train them using the information gotten from the book.
If he had to be honest, he also had plans for learning blacksmithing. But after skimming through the book yesterday, Atticus had seen that he wouldn’t be able to start anything worthwhile until he had the appropriate equipment and resources. Which they clearly lacked.
Atticus headed towards Aurora and Nate next. He quickly got to them as they were not far away from him.
They all stood surrounding him as they waited for him to start speaking. Atticus gazed at each one of them.
The Ravenstein youths with units apart from Aurora, Nate, Eric, Lucas, and Aria were about 10.
They were all going to be an important part of his division, with each of them being a leader of their units.
Although they all had white hair, they all had distinctive features that separated them from each other.
Excluding Aurora and Aria, there were about 3 girls among them, all standing together at the side. The one on the far end, Moon, had pixie-cut white hair with moonlit silver eyes.
The one in the middle, Isla, had her white hair in a messy bun and glacial blue eyes. While the last one, Luna, had sleek straight white hair and violet-colored eyes.
As for the boys, who were obviously the majority, there was Chubby, whose actual name was Kai.
He had a half shaved head with a pure white mohawk.
The youth Kai had fought and bested at the combat challenge back at the Raven camp was Silas, who had a quirky white tuft at the front, with green eyes.
The rest of them included Axel with dark skin and white dreadlocks with beads, Elijah with flowing white locks and a warrior’s braid, Dorian with spiky gel styled white hair, and lastly, Caspian with short tousled hair with a moon like quality.
With the addition of Atticus and the others, these people made up the Ravenstein youths in this division.
Atticus had thought a lot about how to train the students. His options were very minimal, given the fact that they were weak and talentless.
Many of them were highly inexperienced, and despite having a high rank, they didn’t even know how to fight properly.
After thinking for a bit, Atticus came to the conclusion that trying to make them strong individually was a fool’s dream.
It was then that Atticus remembered the way historical figures back on Earth fought. It was a fighting style best used for weaklings. Beating quality with quantity.
What Atticus had been trying to avoid the most was the members of his division dying easily. So what was the best way to avoid that situation when they were all weak? Simple, armor them up!
The surefire way to improve their chances was arming them and making them fight as a small army instead of one by one.
Gazing at the Ravenstein youths in front of him, Atticus began, “From now on, each unit would behave as one body. There would be 2 types of fighters in each unit.”
“Firstly, the heavy armored. It is exactly as it sounds. They would all be donned in heavy armor and shields. These particular people would act as the tank of their respective units, and their main duty is to protect the second type, I shall tag them as the dealers; they would be the ones to do the attacking,”
“In essence, the heavy armored protect the group, and the dealers attack,” Atticus simplified.
Seeing as they were all following him, Atticus suddenly raised his hands, and from his space ring, hundreds of pairs of heavy armors spilled forth, making the youths back off from him in slight surprise.
After multiple high piles of heavy armors had come out from his space ring, Atticus continued,
“These are the armors you would equip each of your unit members with,” he explained.
Each of them gazed at the piles of armor with shocked looks.
What was he doing with so much armor!?
But Atticus remained unfazed as he continued, “Since there are about 11 units with 80 members each, each unit should have at least 30 heavy armored, with the rest being the dealers,”
