Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT

Chapter 46 - The Most Arrogant Folk! 01.

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Third Person POV

Somewhere beyond the Wall, 292 AC, One week later.

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During the week that followed, Jon was extremely busy, dividing his time between intensive training and assisting in the ongoing development of Ártica. In the mornings, he dedicated himself to honing his combat skills, strategy, and leadership under the guidance of Brynden and other green-seer masters. Jon not only trained with the sword but also practiced war tactics, learning to command and motivate his troops, a routine they have maintained since it began 2 years ago.

In the afternoons, Jon visited different parts of Ártica, inspecting the buildings, talking with the workers, and listening to the needs of his people. He was directly involved in the planning and execution of projects, from expanding agricultural areas to improving defense and housing infrastructures.

Jon also spent significant time with the Children of the Forest, helping to strengthen the grove of weirwoods around the great tree. At night, he dedicated himself to study and planning. Surrounded by maps, reports, and advice from his most trusted advisors, Jon outlined strategies for the future of Ártica and the imminent expedition beyond its borders. He also spent time alone, not entirely, because Ghost and Eragon were always present.

Throughout the week that preceded his departure, Jon was immersed in the meticulous preparation of his troops, a diverse contingent that reflected the uniqueness of Ártica. Each morning, he joined the 1500 humans, 500 dwarves, and 500 giants in the training field, where his presence inspired and motivated. Under the watchful eyes of Ducken and Thor, the soldiers practiced complex maneuvers, simulated combat, and honed their fighting skills. Jon, with a sword in hand, led by example, demonstrating leadership techniques he had learned not only from Ducken but from Brynden's visions and his own experiences.

Today Jon positioned himself in front of his 2500 soldiers, an imposing sight in the vast training area of Ártica, where the sound of steel against steel echoed with the troops' incessant practice. The place was bustling with activity, each soldier moving with determination and precision. The area was meticulously organized, divided into sections for melee combat training, archery, and battle strategy.

The soldiers were impeccably equipped with EldenMetal armor, shimmering under the sun with a silvery glow. Each piece of armor was a work of art, forged by the skilled dwarves of Ártica, designed not just to protect but also to allow agility and fluid movement. The armors were complemented by helmets, shields, and weapons also made of EldenMetal, each inscribed with symbols representing the strength and unity of Ártica.

The giants, imposing and robust, stood above all, their armor specially designed to accommodate their enormous bodies. They carried massive clubs and axes, each blow capable of knocking down a dozen enemies. The dwarves, in turn, moved with surprising dexterity, their weapons and armor reflecting their pride and skill in the forge.

Jon observed all this with an attentive eye and a heart heavy with the responsibility he carried. He knew that each person before him had chosen to follow him, trusting him to lead them to safety and victory. He walked slowly through the area, making eye contact with as many as he could, conveying his confidence and gratitude for their loyalty and courage.

When it was time to speak, Jon climbed onto a small improvised platform, ensuring that his voice reached everyone present. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the EldenMetal on his shoulders and the future of Ártica in his hands.