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With the addition of two new team members, the morning training resumed.
Recovery Training was a way to maintain their mental state.
Long-term exercise could also help improve physical fitness.
After completing the training, he gathered everyone together. They returned to the open space, and upon arriving, they found Silver Granny waiting there. This time, however, the people she brought nearly filled the area. Clearly, this time there were more personal experience Report Forms received than ever before. He distributed the Report Forms pages to his teammates for them to review and select what they wanted to use, explaining their reasons afterward. Ross and Parker Parkinson had never had such an experience; evidently, the leaders from those teams never placed themselves in a low position.
So when Freyr made this decision, he immediately felt at a loss.
Holding a stack of Report Forms in his hands, he took longer to read through them this time due to the large number of people. If it weren't for the two new team members, he might have been reading until noon.
The somewhat impatient Hunters stared at the members of the Hunter Team across from them, bewildered by their actions. They had never seen such a selection process before; there was no requirement for hunters to announce their names or demonstrate their skills. Instead, they were directly assessed based on the Report Forms in their hands.
The personal experience section was essential reading; the words reflected individual thoughts.
From this, Freyr gleaned that many felt helpless within their teams, while others expressed dissatisfaction with interpersonal relationships within certain groups.
Although he hadn't truly understood how these hunters lived and performed, the words and past experiences already conveyed much about their thoughts.
Thus, his first task was still further screening. What began as careful reading gradually turned into skimming through each form in seconds.
Among these personal experiences, he still hadn't found anything particularly eye-catching.
As for Ross, he picked out a few forms and began explaining: “Our team currently lacks female energy; it's too dull with just a bunch of men playing professionally. Why not have a support role as a healer? Let her handle the heavy lifting while we take care of monster hunting.”
In fact, Ross had his own ideas; clearly, adding some fun for himself was what he wanted most compared to brotherly loyalty.
Moreover, he was primarily considering his own interests.
Perhaps it was the rare opportunity to have a choice that made the selection process so personal.
Freyr flipped through the personal histories of the three individuals and found no outstanding advantages among them.
The main distinctions were simply a slim waist, long legs, and a large backside—these were Ross's criteria for selection.
In fact, this kind of distribution raised strong suspicions of favoritism, and Freyr immediately vetoed his decision-making authority.
On the other hand, Parker had two candidates organized with solid reasoning; they were suitable for long-range sniping and were classified as Radiant Hunters.
One could set up timed explosives, while the other could fire bullets from a distance.
Moreover, under Restraint's adjustments, the power of the bullets could be further enhanced.
Fortunately, the most mainstream combat mode in Future Battles was primarily non-contact warfare.
It even had the advantage of being able to inflict significant paralysis and damage on the enemy without losing a single soldier.
Both individuals' combat styles were very suitable for non-contact operations, but Freyr still vetoed his recommendations due to their incompatible personalities.
In a newly formed team like theirs, it was easy to become a thorn in the side of seasoned hunters. It wouldn't be long before the team's popularity would be overshadowed by those experienced individuals.
Freyr was not at all concerned about whether the team would receive a major mission within a year or even three. The focus during these years should be on mutual adaptation, training, and enhancing their abilities. Undertaking adventurous missions was essential because it allowed them to accumulate valuable experience. Compared to completing Daily Tasks—those relatively safe missions—wasting time would be entirely meaningless.
Thus, he defined the type of hunter who was unafraid of death and could hold the rear when necessary.
Cultivating a mainstream team mentality was an urgent priority for someone who had been in the field for many years.
To be honest, aside from his wealth of experience, he no longer possessed the so-called loyalty of a faithful minister.
Experience can be cultivated, but if Freyr felt that his ability to lead the team was insufficient, it would be better to let someone else take his place.
The position of Commander was meant for those who were capable.
Although he was the initiator of this team, it did not mean that he was destined to be the eternal leader.
If someone surpassed him, stepping down to allow a more capable person to take over was necessary; otherwise, it would create an awkward atmosphere.
It could even negatively impact the team's morale or lead to worse results.
Clearly, neither of the candidates seemed particularly suitable.
The situation was more complicated than he had imagined. Previously, there were too few people, leaving almost no room for choice.
Now that the number of candidates had increased significantly, comparisons among them only added to the confusion.
Some hunters standing nearby immediately began to boo. As time passed, the situation became somewhat clearer.
"Got it, Mackey!" Freyr finally identified the sixth member of his team. Ross's guess had missed the mark; another man had come forward.
He was a somewhat stocky yet robust man in his thirties.
With coffee-colored hair and bright blue eyes, he smiled revealing two dimples.
This kind of man exuded a sunny and mature aura, suggesting that interactions with him would be quite harmonious.
Xiong Tai let out a long, cool breath, this time choosing not to voice any opinions.
It was as if he silently acknowledged that this newly joined companion was indeed the most normal choice, with all performance metrics appearing quite standard.
However, compared to others, he seemed more suited to be a meat shield.
As the saying goes, without comparison, there is no harm.
The members of the team had already given up; many hunters returned disappointed.
"It hasn't been easy. Alright, follow me," Silver Granny sighed quietly, a smile returning to her face after a long absence.
"Perhaps starting tomorrow, your Soldier-Level Hunter Team will be able to accept missions. Since it's a team with a relatively low rank, your mission rewards won't be too high. Just focus on honing your skills, and there will always be opportunities to compete with other Hunter Teams. Never give up; I despise men who quit halfway."
"Yes, Silver Granny!"
Everyone almost echoed in unison behind her.
Before long, they arrived at Wanderer's Home, where Grandpa Jin still hung his head low, appearing to be in a light sleep.
Grandpa Jin looked like a deflated balloon, so thin that only skin and bones remained, exuding a faint scent of wood dust.
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