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Chapter 107. The Weight of Memory

The battlefield stretched out before them, a sea of chaos and destruction. Tempest's forces clashed with the endless horde of Orcs, the ground shaking beneath the sheer number of combatants. Amidst it all, the towering figure of the Orc Lord loomed, his presence casting a shadow of fear and despair over the battlefield. His aura was overwhelming, thick with malice and the hunger of his Devour ability, which had consumed countless lives to fuel his monstrous power.

As the battle raged on the plains outside Tempest, Satria stood on a small ridge overlooking the battlefield. With his keen eye for strategy, he observed the formation of Rimuru's army as they clashed with the overwhelming forces of the Orc Lord.

Rimuru's subordinates fought with fervor and courage, but Satria could already see the strengths and weaknesses of each group.

"Benimaru shows exceptional promise," Satria thought, arms crossed. "He has the leadership to inspire his allies and the tactical awareness to restrain his attacks for maximum efficiency. However, he relies heavily on his overwhelming power rather than coordination with his team. If trained to fight as a unit, he and the Kijin could become an unstoppable strike force."

Nearby, Shion, with her massive strength, swung her greatsword with abandon, each swing sending multiple orcs flying. Her power was undeniable, but Satria noticed her tendency to overextend herself, leaving her open to counterattacks. While her loyalty and enthusiasm were clear, her fighting style was too reckless for prolonged engagements.

"Shion's raw strength is impressive, but her lack of control could endanger herself and her comrades," Satria mused. "She has the spirit of a warrior but lacks the discipline of one. Proper training could hone her into a fearsome warrior who knows when to hold back and when to strike."

In the heart of the fray, Hakuro, the elderly swordsman, moved with a calm efficiency. His blade was a blur, each cut precisely timed and deadly. Satria found himself admiring Hakuro's discipline and technique, which seemed to turn every movement into a form of art. Despite the overwhelming numbers, Hakuro appeared unfazed, moving with a serene focus that bordered on the supernatural.

"An exceptional warrior," Satria noted. "The Old Man discipline is unparalleled. He fights as though every movement has purpose, minimizing energy expenditure and maximizing effectiveness. The others could learn much from him about efficiency and control."

Gobta and his goblin riders dashed across the battlefield on their wolves, using hit-and-run tactics to sow chaos among the orcs. While unpolished, their mobility was effective, and the wolves' agility allowed them to strike at vulnerable points before retreating. However, Satria noticed that Gobta's team lacked coordination and had a tendency to scatter if they faced resistance.

"Gobta and his goblin riders have potential for guerrilla tactics," Satria analyzed. "However, they lack discipline. With proper training, they could become a swift, organized cavalry force that disrupts enemy lines rather than relying on hit-or-miss skirmishes."

At the forefront of the battle was Ranga, Rimuru's loyal direwolf companion, tearing through the orcs with ruthless efficiency. Satria could see that Ranga's speed and power made him invaluable for frontline assaults, particularly for ambushing larger enemy formations. However, Ranga often rushed in alone, leaving him vulnerable to concentrated attacks.

"Ranga is a powerful asset, but he lacks support and coordination," Satria noted. "If his attacks were coordinated with the goblin riders, they could maximize their impact and minimize risk. He's a warrior with heart, but he needs a strategy to become truly effective and he has the potential to be my son-in-law for Selena." He wanted to crossbreed the legendary Norse wolf with the Rimuru wolf, they could be a great asset to Tempest.