The newly appointed Battle Majors gathered in a large, fortified training ground, their crimson Asura Battle Formation robes shimmering under the sun. They were eager to begin their training, aware that the path ahead would be grueling and demanding. The teacher for this elite group was none other than the legendary Battle Maniac, a warrior known across the cosmos for his unparalleled combat skills and relentless pursuit of strength.
The Battle Maniac, a towering figure with a physique honed by countless battles, stood before the assembled students. His presence exuded a raw, intimidating energy that commanded immediate respect. His eyes, sharp and calculating, surveyed the group with a mix of scrutiny and approval.
“Welcome, Battle Majors,” he began, his voice a deep, resonant growl. “I am the Battle Maniac, and it is my duty to mold you into the finest warriors this cosmos has ever seen. Your journey will be brutal, but those who endure will emerge as legends.”
The students stood at attention, their excitement tempered by the weight of his words.
“Together with medical teachers,” the Battle Maniac continued, gesturing to a group of experienced healers standing to his right, “we will teach you how to survive any situation, whether you’re fighting alone or as a unit. Your ability to keep yourselves and your comrades alive is paramount. You will learn the art of combat, strategy, and survival.”
Boundless Dream, observing from a vantage point, had already taken steps to ensure that their training would be comprehensive and realistic. She had sought and received permission from the emperors and kings across the cosmos for these Battle Majors to hunt and eliminate corrupt and nefarious individuals within their realms.
In a meeting with these powerful leaders, Boundless Dream had presented her case. “Emperors and Kings, the Battle Majors must be trained in real combat scenarios. I seek your permission for them to hunt the corrupt elements within your domains. This will not only purify your realms but also forge strong ties between these future generals and your courts. In return, I promise that these students will conduct their operations with minimal chaos and maximum efficiency.”
The emperors and kings, understanding the potential benefits, had granted their permission. They saw the opportunity to rid their realms of undesirables while gaining the favor of these future powerhouses.
Back in the training ground, the Battle Maniac continued his address. “Your first mission will be to hunt down and eliminate corrupt individuals identified by the emperors and kings. This is not just about fighting; it’s about strategy, precision, and honor. You will work in teams and alone, learning to adapt to any situation.”
The medical teachers stepped forward, each a master in their field. One of them, a seasoned healer named Master Li, addressed the students. “In combat, knowing how to heal and protect yourself and your comrades is just as important as knowing how to fight. We will teach you battlefield medicine, emergency healing techniques, and how to maximize your survival chances.”
The students nodded, understanding the gravity of their training.
The Battle Maniac then led the students through a rigorous training regimen. They sparred against each other, honed their skills in various weapons, and learned advanced combat techniques. The training was intense, pushing them to their limits, but it was precisely what they needed to prepare for the challenges ahead.
Under the guidance of the Battle Maniac and the medical teachers, the students learned to integrate combat and survival skills seamlessly. They practiced ambushes, defended against surprise attacks, and navigated treacherous terrains. The medical teachers ensured that they could treat injuries on the go, using both traditional and spiritual healing methods.
As the weeks passed, the Battle Majors grew stronger, more skilled, and more cohesive as a unit. They developed a deep respect for the Battle Maniac, whose harsh methods were tempered by his unwavering commitment to their growth. The medical teachers’ lessons became second nature, their techniques ingrained in the students’ minds.
The day finally came for their first mission. The Battle Maniac gathered the students in the training ground, his eyes blazing with pride and anticipation. “Today, you embark on your first real mission. You will hunt the corrupt elements within the realms of our allies. Remember your training. Stay vigilant, work together, and uphold the honor of the Royal Dream Academy.”
The students, clad in their crimson battle robes, felt a surge of adrenaline and determination. They were ready to face the challenges ahead, confident in their abilities and the bonds they had forged.
Boundless Dream watched as the Battle Majors departed for their mission. She knew that their journey would be fraught with danger and uncertainty, but she also believed in their potential. The cosmos needed protectors, warriors who could fight for justice and peace, and these students were on the path to becoming those protectors.