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Before long, all of that battalion was looking at Rain while they were fighting other targets. His fighting style was unusual for humans, and he was the strongest on their side of the battlefield.

When they had the chance, the enemies kept charging at him, trying to stop his endless charge. However, they only met their ends and only had the chance to attack him once or twice.

Rain\'s face bore the marks of the fierce battle he had waged, his once unblemished features now marred by swelling and bruises. Despite the toll the fight had taken on him, he stood resolute, his determination unwavering even as his health bar dwindled to less than half its maximum capacity.

Each punch he delivered, each blow he received, sent shockwaves of pain through his body, a testament to the brutal intensity of the combat.

His hands were calloused and battered, the knuckles that had struck down enemy after enemy now raw and aching. Rain\'s body glistened with rain and sweat, his breaths coming in ragged bursts as he pressed on, undeterred by the burning ache that gnawed at his muscles.

Rain\'s vision was slightly blurred from the swelling around his eyes, his movements sluggish as fatigue began to set in. Yet, his spirit remained unbroken, a blazing fire within him that refused to be extinguished. He knew that the battle was far from over, and his resolve only grew stronger with each passing moment.

"Terra will complain a lot and will give me one hell of an earful," Rain thought. "Well, as long as this war ends here, that will be a cheap price to pay."

Rain thought that more and more enemies would keep coming at him, but in the end, they stopped, much to his surprise… it was the perfect chance for them now that he was tired and wounded, after all.

Still, Rain eventually understood what was happening… a group was coming from the back of the enemy lines… while they only used half of their forces on their attack, it seemed that they were planning to do something more drastic since Rain could feel a powerful aura coming from the group.

Before long, the group split into three parts: ten people went to the right and ten others to the left, and they began to fight those on the sides of Rain to isolate him from the others.

"Hey, get the hell… what the" Jori said when an enemy began to attack him with supersonic punches, and he didn\'t care about punching the blade of his sword.

Reca was enduring the same thing; another enemy was attacking the tip of her spear without suffering any scratches… the final enemy began to walk toward Rain with his arms on his back.

"His presence is the same as that other guy… he is a general," Rain thought. "This become even more fun, who could have thought?"

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Rain understood the strategic significance of targeting key figures that held the power to sway the course of a war. Defeating an enemy general or a particularly skilled soldier capable of demoralizing the troops could indeed turn the tide in favor of their side.

Rain was keenly aware of this principle, knowing that his own demise could also serve as a powerful blow against the humans. It wasn\'t lost on him that his presence alone had been a source of inspiration for his comrades.

As Rain surveyed the ongoing conflict, the thought of attacking the enemy did cross his mind. However, he recognized the need for caution and restraint. He had already revealed a significant portion of his abilities during the battle, and charging headlong into the fray without a clear understanding of the enemy\'s capabilities would be reckless.

With his body battered and his health dwindling, Rain understood that he needed to make calculated decisions. His desire to protect his allies and contribute to the fight was strong. Still, he also recognized that there was a fine balance between bravery and recklessness. The knowledge that his enemies were watching, gauging his every move, only added to his sense of caution.

Rain\'s mind raced as he weighed his options. He knew that the battle was far from over, and every decision he made could have far-reaching consequences. With his abilities and resources laid bare, he needed to strategize and find a way to exploit the enemy\'s weaknesses without unnecessarily endangering himself or his comrades.

"You are well built, but aren\'t you quite young?" The enemy general said. "Are you a child trained by the royalists?"

Rain\'s senses sharpened as he heard the voice of the enemy, yet there was an uncanny quality to it that set it apart from his own thoughts. It was as though the voice didn\'t quite belong to him, raising his guard even further. This subtle dissonance only served to intensify his wariness.

As the enemy began to speak, Rain couldn\'t help but notice a familiar pattern. It was a tendency that many adversaries seemed to share—a proclivity for monologuing before the impending clash. While he remained on high alert, Rain\'s thoughts briefly touched on the irony of the situation.

The battlefield, where time and circumstances were often critical, had somehow become a stage for grand declarations and speeches.

"She mentioned a kid that defeated her before, and there are rumors about a boy who defeated Heiriam… you must be the person," The enemy said. "It is a good thing that I came before she made her move."