Sacril had gone off with a group of five other people who were interested in attacking the enemy's backline; they had yet to run into any resistance, but Sacril only hoped five was enough.
The rest had formed their own groups, opting for different strategies, or staying back to "Defend" their actualisation.
Speaking of him, he had been informed of his nature, and was thus one hundred percent sure it was as pointless as leaving your tap on in a house fire as it was for mere awakened to try and defend him.
Albert Iron-Breaker was someone of the Vassal stage, which was two whole stages above a returned like Mariette or their teacher.
It might not seem like much, but Vassal was a stage that humans had not even reached yet.
Because Albert was an Actualization, which is a manifestation of belief, brought into reality by the wills of countless individuals.
Once he had learned that such a thing was possible, his mind had raced with possibilities, but he supposed it was probably a bad time for this, and had just continued moving forward with the group.
One of the members suddenly spoke again.
"Hey, did you ever wonder something about our teacher?"
Sacril looked back and shook his head, "No, he seems nice and genuine, if a bit strict."
The Young man sighed, "Yeah, I get that. But not even once has he ever told us or mentioned his name, even in passing."
Sacril raised an eyebrow. It was indeed true that all the other teachers, even the ones in classes he had only attended for a day or two, had all given their names.
But the teacher of arguably the most important class, the combat class, had not deigned to say his name in almost a month of teaching.
"So I was thinking, his ability is so powerful, even for a returned, perhaps he... Sacrificed his name?"
Sacril was taken aback by this.
"Wait, sacrificing your name? Is that something you can do?"
His companion turned to him, a look of surprise on his face.
"Wait, you mean you aren't from any order? I assumed all of us were... but I didn't want to ask."
His tone had become slightly stranger, maybe a little less friendly than before, Sacril noticed.
The other members of the group didn't confirm or deny his claim, and the air had become awkward all of a sudden, causing Sacril to curse his stupidity and vow not to ask any foolish questions for a while.
Thankfully, the awkward silence came to an end swiftly as they burst out of the woods into a small clearing.
He heard one of the group members curse, but the short time they had been out of cover had apparently been enough.
The ground in front of them blew up, as if something heavy had landed. Two of the five of them dashed toward the blast, obviously engaging something.
Without any time to decide which way he was going, the ground beside him burst, and a brown-haired girl shot towards him with her hand reaching towards his neck, where the sealing talisman was hanging on a makeshift pendant.
He reacted swiftly and brutally. The girl seemed to be adept at sneak attacks and some type of digging, but was relatively slow, even though she had managed to get so close unnoticed. He was the worst matchup.
With speed far exceeding hers, and most awakened for that matter, he landed a solid blow to her torso with a clenched fist, and instantly sent her flying.
The assault was far from over. The dust had cleared, and he could now see that one of his group members was fighting with two enemies, and the other three were engaged in combat with one massive tank of a man.
Strangely, the lone man did not seem to need any help, as he was handily defeating the two enemies in every exchange; the three were getting walloped by the seven-foot-tall behemoth of a man, who also appeared to be around 500 pounds of pure muscle.
Clearly, this man had some training and was a late bloomer, unlike the three awakened on his team, who were all teens like him, most of them a year or two younger.
He also wore a metal helmet that was centred around his jaw and face, making his expression unreadable.
Without time for further analysis, He dashed towards the large man.
One member of his group was blown away into the woods. The giant was roaring, appearing to be in a rage as he thrashed around, his strikes lacking much technique, but each one was thrown with savage intent and brutal power.
He had not bothered specifically attacking Sacril as he got close, opting for wide swings of his arms that could keep back multiple people at once.
The others had been stumped by this, as they lacked the speed, weaponry, or technique to break through this brutish defence.
He had no such issue.
He slid under one of the wild swings. The brute was strong and rather fast for his size, but no match for him in agility.
Ending up behind the giant, he swiftly stood up from the slide and stomped the giant down to the ground. The giant swung his arm back as he was driven to a knee, but Sacril easily went around behind his back.
He jumped over as the giant rotated all the way around to try to face him. resulting in him being suspended in the air, but now the giant was wide open.
As he fell, he cocked his fist back and hit the man in the Jaw with astonishing force despite him being unable to drive off the ground.
The Jaw shield of his helmet was blown off, revealing the man's angry, red face, which was tattooed and scarred all over.
Everything seemed to stand still, but he heard one of his group curse.
The giant threw his own blow.
It felt like nothing he had ever felt, like being hit by a bus, and he was blown away without a chance at another thought.