Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"By the way, aren’t those kids taking a beating going to be okay?" Boone asked, looking at the sorry state of the field with a shake of his head.

He turned his head to Colin as if he wanted an answer.

"Even though Malin is fundamentally suppressing all the apprentices, the ability of our Church apprentices to resist getting hit is rapidly improving. Within a month, all the older apprentices have learned to protect themselves when an attack is imminent, using their most resilient parts to block, and even attempting to counterattack as the blow comes," Colin said with a smile, "Although they usually fail to do so because of Malin’s rapid strikes, their progress is plain for all to see."

"They’re even thinking about counterattacking?!" Butch frowned, "Even I find it somewhat difficult to keep up with Malin’s pace when I’m not unleashed."

"You haven’t unleashed?" Boone looked at his brother.

"Me, unleashed, fighting against a kid? Even if I win, it would be nothing but shameful," Butch replied with a shake of his head after glancing at his brother.

"...You, I thought you were the type who always wants to win," Boone said as he chuckled and patted his brother on the shoulder.

"That depends on the person. But I do wish the kid would take a loss sooner or later. Only that way can he truly grow and avoid becoming overly arrogant," Butch stated, then turned to Colin, "Colin, do you have such plans?"

"No, Malin has a very good mindset. Mr. Ferreiro said there’s no need to use such stimulation on Malin. He told me that Malin’s self-regulation far exceeds his peers, and his mental strength is even stronger than that of the average adult," Colin answered and turned to see Maya approaching. He turned his attention to Malin, who was reviewing the fight with his squad members: "Malin, your sister is here."

"Mr. Colin, where do you intend to put this mirror?" The voice from beside him made Colin turn. He saw two guards of the Church, one pushing a cart carrying a standing mirror.