Around me, a dozen soldiers kneel down and watch the outcome with bated breath. Their faces are filled with anxiety and anger. The anxiety is directed at Jiruk, their commander, and the anger is directed at Lord Sandall, the guest. From their eyes, I can tell that Jiruk is admired by these young men. After all, they are nothing but rookies who were recruited in Lelis City just two months ago. Jiruk's approach to training them focused on drilling in the discipline and physical conditioning necessary for a military unit. To some extent, they had real combat experience against bandits and goblins, and it's not like they hadn't trained in the use of weapons. But maybe from Lord Sandall's perspective, who must have led an army as a general of the northern kingdom of Shulendal, they look too soft. As for me, if he becomes a fellow staff member in the future, I don't mind entrusting him with the command of the entire army. But it's too early for that now. "First of all, I'll take care of this matter." "Sure, of course." "I don't mind." The plan I came up with in my head... or maybe a compromise? It is to have Lord Sandall conduct special training in martial arts for the soldiers outside of the regular training hours, as a kind of martial arts advisor. It's a plan that I thought would save face for both Lord Sandall and Jiruk, and also gain a new instructor. However, depending on how this compromise is reached, it could leave some emotional…