My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 250

"Y-Young Madam, why me too?!" Reeve, who had been quietly sipping his sparkling wine, suddenly choked and spluttered. His voice trembled with anxiety as he blurted out his question. He had already had a harrowing experience outside once and was determined to secure a safer position within the shelter.

"Reeve, the only way to truly find your safety is by facing the outside world and getting accustomed to the dangers out there. Hiding inside the base won’t always keep you secure, as you won’t know when we might be overrun by zombies. You can’t keep running from danger forever. Embrace the challenge, and you’ll discover strengths you didn’t know you had.

It’s important for you to grow stronger and find your own place in the team," Kisha said firmly. She wanted Reeve to realize his full potential and contribute effectively to team efforts, knowing his skills would be invaluable in raids and improving team synergy.

"B-but… I don’t even know how to wield a weapon, let alone fight," Reeve murmured, avoiding eye contact. He had mustered the courage to step outside and offer his help, but deep down, he felt ill-suited for the task. He feared that his lack of skill would only hinder the team and that his anxiety about dying miserably would hold him back.

"What a fantastic opportunity! As part of your roles, you’ll undergo training to ensure you’re well-prepared for your missions. The team captain, Sparrow, will be leading these sessions and will do an excellent job guiding you and teaching you everything you need to know." She turned to Sparrow with a raised eyebrow. "Right, Captain Sparrow?"

Sparrow nodded enthusiastically. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t already planned for this; from the moment he was appointed Captain of the Advance Party, he had been determined to ensure that everyone under his command would undergo rigorous training. This training, designed by Duke himself, was part of their elite program.

Completing it would be a crucial step for everyone to effectively take on roles outside and successfully complete their missions.

"Wifey, what do you think about implementing a daily training drill for all soldiers and offense personnel, including the newcomers? Once they complete the training and pass the stringent qualification tests, they could be assigned to the departments best suited to their skills. This approach would allow us to effectively match their talents with the appropriate roles.

Additionally, we should consider an exchange program from time to time, so they can experience and learn from different departments." Duke thoughtfully proposed. He was drawing from his own experiences with elite training, aiming to ensure that his team was versatile and benefited from diverse experiences.

"Hubby…" Kisha smiled sweetly, catching Duke off guard. Though he was tempted to be pleased, he knew her smile often masked seriousness. He straightened his expression. "I anticipated you’d suggest this. I’ll leave the elite training to you." Kisha winked, causing Duke to smile widely. However, his subordinates were growing nervous.

They were all too familiar with Duke’s rigorous training methods, which included his relentless stamina that made it hard for them to keep up. Duke’s training sessions were infamous for their intensity, including daily drills and hand-to-hand combat where he meticulously pinpointed their weaknesses.

When it came to training, Duke was a perfectionist, insisting on pushing his subordinates to their limits until they were left crawling in pain. His trainees felt as though Kisha had orchestrated this deliberately, and they were beginning to flinch in anticipation of the grueling sessions.

Aston, Reeve, Clyde, and their teams, initially eager to join the training, soon regretted their decision after experiencing the grueling ordeal firsthand.

However, the effectiveness of his training would become evident once he had finished. By then, their base’s defense and offense capabilities would be significantly enhanced, improving by leaps and bounds.