The shamans followed as Marco reached the edge of the field and got down from his horse, his boots hitting the ground with firm, steady thuds.
"Now, before we start our training, tell me your names quickly, starting from you," he said, pointing his finger to the student on the far left.
"Bernard Crent, master," he said immediately.
…
One by one, the names were called. Marco listened calmly with a warm smile resting on his face.
"Good," Marco said at last.
He then casually instructed them to run a lap around the field to warm up their bodies before the training began.
The field was vast, comparable in size to a football stadium, covered in lush greenery and surrounded by tall wild trees.
At the far corners—east, west, north, and south—stood four armored knights, silent and unmoving.
"Since, it's the first day of training. I'll go lightly on you," Marco said, glancing over the group. "Now, let's call to action, in three…"
Everyone glanced toward the path.
"Two."
