Chapter 30: Spearhead Formation

I opened my eyes after a nice, refreshing sleep. The sun was barely starting to rise, but I felt the warm weight of two naked bodies in my arms. Manaia and Tala, tangled with me, covered by our scattered clothes. The smell of sex and their pussies, still full of my cum, filled the air. When I moved, they opened their eyes too. "Yesterday was delicious," I told them, with a lascivious smile. "We should do it more often." Manaia blushed, looking away, but Tala returned my smile, her ardent eyes full of desire. "Whenever you want, Jax. I’m ready, my body belongs to you." "You’ve already said it, so don’t regret it later." I got up, feeling the cool breeze on my dick, still somewhat hard. I gave Tala’s firm ass a hard spank that resonated without mercy. "Pack...!" "Mmmmhm...! So nice, you like my ass?" "They’re truly beautiful." "Do you like mine more, or Manaia’s?" Tala’s question was dangerous. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Manaia’s face fixed on me, also waiting for the answer. I didn’t respond; instead, I lunged into the lake. The cold water bit my skin, a refreshing shock that washed away the arousal and took with it all trace of drowsiness. I felt clean, my mind clear. As I got out, the three of us dressed in silence. We returned to the village; people stared at us, their eyes moving between the three of us, whispers floating, but no one said anything. Manaia and Tala were the former leaders, and they held their heads high, preventing any questions. "I’ll see you at the village entrance in fifteen minutes," I told the female warriors who were already stirring. They all gathered their things and followed me. Upon reaching the village entrance, I checked the panels to see if I had unlocked anything, but everything remained the same. One by one, they arrived, well-dressed and ready for training. I stood before them at the entrance and told them with a warm smile, using the softest voice I could. "I’m happy you’re still here. I deeply regret what happened yesterday, I know it was hard, but it was necessary." No one said anything, only their breathing could be heard, making the atmosphere a bit tense. "Yesterday, you all unlocked the [Training Ability]," I continued, letting my words fill the silence. "This ability can be trained up to Level 9. It takes a lot of time and tremendous effort, but I hope you all achieve it. That way, you’ll have the strength you need." I walked towards a huge stone, about a meter tall, and grabbed it. My muscles tensed and, with a grunt, I lifted it. I felt the dead weight of nearly 500 kilograms in my arms. Then I let it drop; the ground trembled under our feet. "This is the strength of someone who has trained up to Level 9 in [Body Training]," I explained. "You’ll have to train this ability separately in your free time, even those who will be [Priests] or [Mages]; I recommend doing it to have a way out if for some reason your magic is sealed." I looked at everyone, seeking a reaction, but they all remained silent, with serious and firm expressions. "Now, I’ll teach you the battle formation you’ll have to learn to fight." I began to indicate their positions, marking the ground for balanced spacing. "Warriors to the front. Mages in the middle. Healers beside them. Archers on the flanks of the formation." I organized the group: Zela, Zyra, Vira, and Riven to the front. Ana and Karely, the mothers, in the middle as mages. Leila and Lyra, the one who failed the challenge, also in the middle as healers. Finally, Lira and Elnara on the flanks as archers. "This is a normal formation, a spearhead type." Zela interrupted me, her voice cautious. "Is there a way to change my profession? Manaia trained me to be a healer, and I like that." "It’s not possible, Zela. You can try, but you’d fall behind. From the moment of your birth, you received those gifts, and those are where you’ll have the most growth." I addressed all the warriors. "Warriors are divided into three types: Tank, they’ll have to withstand damage for their comrades, gaining defensive and control abilities to stop enemies. Fighter, massive damage but low defense, they gain agility and movement abilities to compensate. And finally, there are Specialists, who can use any weapon, but have clear weaknesses as they are very agile but weak and fragile; they’re more of a support type." The four warriors listened intently, their eyes completely fixed on me. "I’m telling you this because I remembered there’s an option for you, Zela. When you reach Level 20, you’ll choose one of these three options as your first specialization. And when you reach Level 50, if you chose Tank, for example, you can choose Paladin for your second evolution, which is a tank capable of healing others, focused on defense and sacred power. That would be best for you, Zela. Also," I added for the group, "paladins are the warriors with the highest defense; they’re practically immortal." The others crowded closer, their eyes full of questions. "What could our specializations be?" they asked. "I don’t know," I replied, shrugging. "I only know a few things due to my time with the army. Some soldiers, when they were drunk, would let things slip, but they asked me to keep it a secret. I never doubted them, but now I knew it was because they had been threatened with having their necks broken." "Regarding your positions and tactics," I continued, returning to the formation, "Tanks go in first, taking the damage. Warriors flank the enemy. Mages prepare their spells, which will take some time, so you must hold the enemy no matter the cost. Archers provide cover. This formation is for attacking bosses. Priests must focus on healing the tank, as they’ll have all the aggro." "To fight against large groups, we’ll use the same, but slightly different," I began to explain various combat techniques. When I finished, I gave them one more instruction. "Now, go eat. When you return, we’ll march for a hunt. It’s time to become stronger, to stop being sheep and become wolves."