Trent's POVOver the next few days, I was sure the forest outside the borders heard iron strike wood, steel scrape stone, and bones crack. The smell of sweat was almost normal now, and the sight of wild berries was a common sight.I drilled my Eighteen team, The Forge. I instructed them, turned them into a formation. Some of them, rogues for a long time had lost the habits of pack movement and were now more street inclined, forest if you chose their environment.But I, Trent, turned Street-fighters into a pack movement.I made sure we ran sprints at dawn, every dawn. Through the forest, through marshes and swamps. Through cold mud and thorns. At first, their lungs burned, arms pumped, some fell behind in the first few days, dragging their feet instead. Arms slacked and stomach grumbled but day in, day out. They roseI wouldn't let them slack. We couldn't defeat the capital like that and they knew it so each day, every day, they rose.We practiced ambush techniques. Astra's guards had
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