After training for a couple of hours, Isaac decided to sleep as he saw the starry sky and the glistening moonlight from the beautiful moon.

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Awakening to the loud ruckus, which could be heard from even the other side of the city, he groggily got out of his bed.

Slowly putting on his clothes, fixing them and his hair, he left the tent.

Obviously, the enemy army wasn't here yet.

However, the loud sounds of every howling at each other, with numerous people walking along, it forced him out of bed.

'Ugh... maybe I'm not made for this.'

Isaac held his sleep in high regards. Naturally, he didn't want to be awoken every couple of minutes.

Nonetheless, he got enough sleep, and the loud noises awoke his body faster.

Being fully awake, he had a couple thoughts.

'What should I do today?'

'I could train; however, I want to see how the army does things in this world.'

'Well, it should be similar, no?'

With his thoughts rambling about, he decided to confirm a few.

With numerous people, he saw a few distinguishable figures.

All three of the soldiers adorned with armor, he saw them walking to the front side of the gate.

Naturally, he followed.

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Arriving at the front of gate, he saw some soldiers training, not to an extreme level, however.

In the case of attack, they wanted to be at their peak, and if not, close to that.

Nonetheless, they all trained.

He could imagine mages reading about spells and magic theory, practicing about a few of their thoughts, and augmenters doing what he saw with his two eyes.

They rapidly swung their swords, adjusting the tempo of their attacks as time went by.

He could guess that it was an art or technique.

With his [Lion's Spear] technique, it helped him relax his body before an empowering force flexed his muscles entirely, allowing for his strength to increase instantaneously.

Isaac could guess that the movements the soldiers were doing were similar as he could see the air twisting from their blows, with more air being affected as they continuously swung their swords.

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Looking at their similar movements, which included footwork, positioning, the way they held their weapons, and many more.

Naturally, he could also assume that soldiers of such a common rank were all given the same technique.

Nonetheless, it was an effective technique.

After all, as time went on, the attacks of theirs would continuously increase until they became an even greater force to be reckoned with.

Not joining in with their training, he saw a few people watching on, giving instructions on a few soldiers.

He guessed that they were new recruits, like him, that had been recruited from this city.

Naturally, they weren't strong, nor were they experienced.

At least, to the minimum standard of soldiers within wars.

As the thought of leaving raised in his mind, a disruptive, thundering sound of a horn resounded in his ears.

Following the ringing sound of the horn, the familiar voice of the General was heard.

"PREPARE FOR BATTLE!"

After the words were processed inside the minds of everyone, seemingly everyone hurried, trying to protect themselves with armor, get their weapons, or anything special to them.

Nonetheless, Isaac grinned, not having to do anything.

The robes he had on were a gift he received from his master on his tenth day.

Inspecting it once again via the system, which he called out to, he looked at its information once more.

[Ashen Robes

Bred from the feathers of the bird of life, immortality, and resurrection, it has the power to rebuild itself wholly. With the feathers of a Phoenix, the robe has immense defense capabilities, having the ability to protect an attack from a Half-Step Grandmaster.]

After asking the system the first time he saw its information, he learned that Half-Step Grandmasters were essentially Masters who were immensely talented, with the ability that surpasses that of Masters.

However, even that power doesn't bridge the gap of circles, and as it can't be classified as Master or Grandmaster attack, it was termed, 'Half-Step'.

Nonetheless, as numerous soldiers passed him and accidently pushed him as he was in their way, he thought.

'I wonder...

Is there anyone strong here?'

Isaac wondered, somewhat bewildered.

Obviously, the enemy was on their way, aiming to damage them.

However, he doubted that it was the full army.

Unless they were idiots, they, with more soldiers, more than enough to spare, as they had approximately, 40% more soldiers, wouldn't send a few to scout out the area.

However, even that few would be thousands.

Isaac doubted that not a single soul would escape with intel, knowledge that could give them an advantage.

Well, more advantage than blindly rushing in.

Nonetheless, as he was in the way of a few soldiers, he disappeared.

That's what it looked like to nearby soldiers.

Of course, he didn't have a spatial affinity, so he didn't teleport.

If they asked, he would've merely said, 'I just moved?'

Atop the wall, however, he saw the incoming wave of soldiers.

'Thousands.' He guessed, not doubting its accuracy.

With the gate of the wall already open, soldiers ready to defend their land ushered out.

Nearing each other, both armies swung their weapons, as hundreds of arrows followed suit.

With both sides already suffering casualties, the gruesomeness of war was revealed to the world.

The previous green soil of the earth slowly reddened.

Moving once again, he disguised himself as one of the thousands of soldiers.

Disappearing once again, this time with armor, the same as the ones every other soldier on his side wore, he quickly adorned the same.

With that, he once again moved, deciding to use his spear to defend his homeland.

Of course, his motives were anything but as righteous as the General had hoped.

Slowly moving his arm backwards, his entire body enwrapped in aura, as well as mana, it slowly traveled to his spear.

As soon as it completely coated his spear, he let go.

'[LION'S SPEAR!]'

The attack that left his spear was a mix of dark and light blue, completely mixing, forming a mix of the two, as the straight attack killed many soldiers.

As far as he could see, with that one attack, dozens of soldiers laid waste.

With a grin, he continued, his face hidden via his mask.

Only his golden eyes shone through.