“What…?” Geinalt was momentarily caught off guard by the completely unexpected statement from Ketal.0

“You are all exceptional,” Ketal said. “Your coordination is near perfect. But there are a few minor inefficiencies. If those are addressed, your combat effectiveness could reach its full potential.”0

“What nonsense is this?” Barak scowled, clearly irritated. Marcy also seemed unconvinced, her expression uncertain.0

They were mercenaries—C and B-Rank at that. They had fought countless battles, proving their worth enough to enter the capital of the Denian Kingdom. Their strength and experience were undeniable, which meant that they took pride in their abilities.0

And now, a barbarian who hadn’t even awakened Myst was trying to give them advice. To them, it was nothing short of an insult.0

“Uh…” Geinalt looked at Ketal with an expression of discomfort. So, he is a barbarian after all.0

There were barbarians who overestimated their own strength, looking down on anyone they deemed weaker. They would impose their so-called wisdom through brute force, mistaking their own arrogance for guidance. And Ketal seemed to be one of them.0

After a brief moment of contemplation, Geinalt nodded. “Fine, let’s hear it.”0

It was less about considering...0