Beneath the mid-morn skies, a black-haired young man walked along a wide, red-brick pathway, seemingly deep in thought.
One of his worries, or more like curiosities, was what would happen to his subordinates when there was no mission assigned to the Chaos Platoon.
He was glad to know that they had been assigned a small training hall to themselves in the Imperial Wizard Army's Aeloria Headquarters.
Until the Magna Prospect they were serving was assigned another mission, they were to train and make themselves stronger and more suitable to be the long-term subordinate of a possible future Magna.
They would also be granted additional training resources that would expedite the process.
It was great knowing he could visit them anytime and even train with them occasionally to deepen their bonds and improve the platoon's synergy further.
With this matter out of the way, Hal asked his master about the limitations of human reflexes.
