I imploringly pleaded with my eyes. Because she smiled wryly as if to say "It can't be helped" I thought "Is she going to go away too?", but just then she saw something and broke into cold sweat. While I was thinking "Huh?" she hastily went away.
Help me….my arms are gradually…...
My plea for help didn't reach anyone, and I was left like that.
There were some guys who sporadically came over to observe my predicament, but none of them offered me any help.
Then approximately one hour after I woke up, the two finally opened their eyes. As one would expect it was starting to turn dangerous for my arms, so the reason they woke up was probably because I was trying to save my arms by doing some stealthy and very slight movements.
Frankly speaking, having your arms used as as pillows the entire time you’re sleeping is severe, especially when it’s both of your arms. For some time, I couldn't even feel them.
Once I ate the breakfast the sisters prepared for me, I began the morning training.
Everyone worked to a degree that was scary.
Eh? When I looked slightly doubtful, Gobukichi told me that since the higher posts suddenly got thinner with the death of the former leader, the goblins understood that the only way to grab it, is to, like me, become strong, and the only way to become strong is to earnestly overcome your own limits. Putting together what the training goblins said, that’s what we ended up with.
Yes, that’s right. I didn’t say it before, but since the goblins number had increased considerably, recently, I had begun to take the role as supervisor of the training program.
Gobukichi took charge of those with high offensive and defensive strength.Their role was to engage the enemy from the front. This role, in turn, made him the commander of our main group of the armed corps. We called it "Revolution".
I still haven’t introduced the last hobgoblin, who is called Hobusato-san. She gathered the goblins who specialized in a high offensive “hit and run” fighting style, and turned them into a lightly armed combat corps that specialized in mobility, which we called “Red Surge”.
Gobumi gathered the ones who were bad at close range combat, and became the commander of a fighting unit armed with short bows and crossbows, named “Tirard”.
Gobue collected those who I judged lacked the required combat ability to belong to any of the above groups, training them to have enough defensive power to defend themselves, having