Kaijin Fighter: So I Have to Make Monsters, So What?-Chapter 1482: A Sorry Lot

[Okay, I had low hopes for this army of reprobates, but wow. Just...wow.

[Seriously.]

[I have seen better trained warriors among the zako, and they don’t even have brains.]

[Yeah...how long until you guys think Alice crashes out and probably kills one of them as a sign of dominance?]

[Seeing how she’s a mortal and not a kaijin like us...three minutes.]

[I’ll be generous and say ten.]

[Six minutes, let’s go.]

...Wait, why are the kaijin talking shit?...

^Alright, neophytes. By the grace of Lord Tezca, we have found someone willing to whip your sorry asses into shape. If you follow everything she says, there’s a chance you’ll be able to fight opponents that outnumber you three to one. Or at the very least, die a less horrible death.^

’What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?’ Alice thought to herself as she heard the words of the subordinate who had led her and her friends to this underground barracks earlier.

^Fuck you!^

^First chance we get, we’re going to shove your head up your boss’s ass, shove his head up your ass, and then stomp you both to death!^

^Too much work, can we just decapitate them and then shove their severed heads up their asses?^

’What the fuck kind of response was that?!’ Alice mentally asked herself as her eyes widened in disbelief.

It took five minutes for Alice, Olstenna, Antonio, and Harriet to finish looking over the training ground, use a surge of aether to smooth it out, and harden the dirt for sparring matches.

It took another five minutes for the warriors in the barracks’ dining hall to pour out into the training ground...and it took less than a minute for Alice to realize that these "recruits" were basically captured enemy warriors that were being forced to fight against their will.

They could generously be called slave soldiers, but they were somehow even less disciplined and below even that...technically.

Turning prisoners into soldiers was a practice used by many nations across the world of Valresta, but such practices tended to be considered less than ideal, and such soldiers were usually considered nothing more than chattel...or meat shields.

Either way, Alice could sense that if she were a real mercenary leader, she would be charging at least double her initial price at this point.

^Well, I can clearly see that I have my work cut out for me.^ Alice commented as loudly as possible, noticing that absolutely none of the warriors present were doing anything to try and present some form of orderly conduct. ^If you are all done talking, I would very much like to introduce myself and—^

^Hey, why are we taking orders from a little bitch? We’re warriors, not prostitutes! ^

^Aye!^

^Seriously, who is this posh-looking brat? I don’t take orders from brats!^

^Oh no, you just try to eat them.^

^Hey, that was one time!^

^...^

And it was at this point that Alice would’ve quintupled her asking price or killed someone, with a heavy preference for the latter over the former.

^Okay, you little shits,^ Alice mumbled as she began to circulate her aether and condense her [Astra]. ^ I am going to drill into your heads that—^

^Oi, flickerheads! Get your fucking acts together!^

But before Alice could enact some much needed physical cartharsis, Olstenna did so before her.

In fact, he decided to flex a bit harder and release a surge of Ignarii aether that not only made his skin look like it was burning with rage and fighting spirit, but also release a heat wave that washed over the noisy crowd of idiotic warriors.

This surge of fiery aether was enough to silent most of the warriors, as they were definitively weaker than Olstenna, but a few managed to hold their ground in the face of such a violent aura.

Granted, these same warriors also made it a point to keep their mouths shut so they wouldn’t draw any attention...for the time being.

Regardless, now that all the attention was being directed towards Olstenna, the man wasn’t going to waste it.

^Alright you fuckwits,^ Olstenna growled in a manner most threatening, ^either you get in line and listen to my boss, or I’m going to burn you into ash and cinders. Got it?!^

^...^

As to be expected, many of the warriors present simply maintained disrespectful silence in the face of such a loud threat.

Alice and her friends knew why they were acting in such a manner, hell, they would be acting the same way if they were in the same situation. However, they were playing the role of mercenaries turned teachers.

In other words, they weren’t being paid to care, they were being paid to instill fear, loyalty, and coordination.

Which is why Olstenna decided to force an ultimatum in this situation.

^Alright, you lot clearly have a problem with a authority, so I’m going to make this real easy for you all to understand. Captain, may I?^

Not fully understanding Olstenna’s idea, but wanting to see what was going to happen, Alice readily agreed.

^Go ahead.^

^Cool.^

With a flick of his wrist, Olstenna created a wall of black and purple flames that blocked the exit to the outside catacombs.

The aura from these flames caused the warriors closest to them to flinch, as well as the warriors who knew more than they allowed others to see.

Once the wall was established, Olstenna made his ultimatum.

^I can tell from a glance that a whole fuckload of you would love nothing more than to get the hell out of here, plot your revenge and probably come back here to bury this place in rubble and bodies, right?^ Osltenna asked while gauging the reaction of the gathered warriors. ^But I also get the feeling that your current "employers" aren’t making that possible, right?^

As soon as this question was asked, the entire group of warriors turned their heads towards the subordinate of Lord Tezca, who responded with the smuggest smile that they had ever seen.

^Yeah, I can sense the bloodlust from here, so I’m going to make all of you a proposition,^ Olstenna continued after smelling the killing intent in the air. ^If you guys can beat us, you’re all free to go.^

^Wait, what?^

^Are you serious?^

Approving Olstenna’s words, both Alice and Antonio walked up to join Olstenna. Once they were side by side, they repositioned themselves to make it known that Alice was in charge.

Off to the side, Harriet stepped out of the way.

^Wait about—^

^I am a healer,^ Harriet interrupted before the question could be fully delivered. ^I am here to reattach any severed limbs or burn wounds that are going to probably happen in the course of this battle.^

^Fair enough.^

Even if Harriet had decided to join the fray, they would still be horribly outnumbered.

Cultivation stages aside, Alice and her friends were outnumbered, five to one at least.

However, taking in cultivation stages as a factor, Alice and her friends had a clear advantage.

Alice was an Aether Lord, Olstenna was a freshly elevated Aether Grandmaster while Antonio had reached the peak of Aether Master.

Not only that, but all three of these warriors had...unusual gifts...that made them able to not only dominate their peers, but also allow them to punch above their weight class.

That stated, as the trio stood their ground and began to circulate their aether in preparation for a battle, four of the warriors in the crowd decided to step forward.

Needless to say, they were the strongest warriors in the crowd.

None of them looked as if they came from the same faction, but they were definitely warriors of some grand repute, given that the rest of the warriors seemed to defer to them.

^Proper etiquette dictates that we should properly introduce ourselves before we beat the living shit out of each other,^ Alice stated as she sized up her future opponents. ^My name is Addison, this is Oleg, and this is Jose. And you four are...^

The first to talk was a skinny cheetah Bloodliner that had a weird face mask that resembled a steel jaw.

^I am the former vice of the Steel Trap Gang, Chamkana!^ the Bloodliner growled. ^A proud Grandmaster and the one who will take your lives.^

The next to talk was a mortal with a horribly lopsided build, as one of his arms was three times the size of the other. On top of that, the aforementioned other arm was shrunken and shriveled.

^I am Skullcracker of the Backalley Butchers. I’m going to use as a practice bout for when I use Tezca’s head as a bowling ball!^

The third warrior to introduce themselves looked less like a person and more like a diseased corpse.

Literally, the moment the man opened his mouth, a bunch of flies flew out.

^Last of the Rotten Hammers, I shall feast upon your rotting corpses.^

As for the last one, well, they didn’t even introduce himself.

^DIE!^

Crazy bastard just jumped straight into the fight.