Re-Awakened :I Ascend as an SSS-Ranked Dragon Summoner-Chapter 616: The great Shepherd

The clearing erupted into controlled chaos, but not into immediate separation. Colors began clustering together, organizing their groups, checking equipment, discussing initial strategy. The actual departure would take time as each color finalized their preparations.

Reds gathered in one section of the clearing, maybe sixty recruits wearing red armbands. Werner was already trying to take charge, his voice carrying over the general noise as he gestured and directed people into formations.

Yellows formed their own cluster nearby, Nami visible among them, talking with other precision specialists about approach strategies. Pip was there too, his chakram already in hand, his quick speech pattern audible even from a distance as he explained something to another recruit.

Greens assembled slightly apart from both groups, their smaller numbers making them look almost fragile compared to the larger red and yellow contingents.

Noah stood at the edge of the red gathering, not fully committed to joining Werner’s organizational efforts but present enough that nobody questioned his placement. He watched the different groups prepare, noting leadership styles, team dynamics, who naturally gravitated toward command versus who preferred to follow.

After maybe fifteen minutes of preparation, the groups were ready to move. But they hadn’t split yet. The paths to different territories all started from the same direction, only diverging deeper into the forest.

The entire mass of recruits began moving together, maybe one hundred and fifty people flowing through the forest in a loose column that would eventually separate into three distinct groups.

Instructors moved with them, spread throughout the column, observing but not interfering.

The path was wide enough initially to accommodate the crowd, well-worn from previous training exercises. Morning sunlight filtered through the canopy, creating dappled patterns on the forest floor.

Noah walked with the reds, his position near the middle of their group. He could still see yellows ahead and to the left, greens trailing slightly behind. The groups were distinct but not yet separated.

That’s when he noticed the red recruit struggling with her pack.The straps were clearly too loose and the weight distribution wrong. She was trying to adjust it while walking, not succeeding, her frustration visible in her movements.

Werner noticed too. He moved toward her with an expression that was probably meant to look helpful but came across as performative.

"Here," Werner said loudly enough that people nearby turned to look. "Let me help you with that. Can’t have our teammates struggling with basic gear."

He reached for her pack without waiting for permission.

The girl pulled away, her expression annoyed. "I’ve got it. Thanks."

"Come on, don’t be proud. I’m just trying to help."

"I said I’ve got it." Her voice was firmer now, clear rejection of his offered assistance.

Werner’s friendly expression flickered, embarrassment creeping in around the edges. He’d made a show of being chivalrous and gotten publicly rejected. Several recruits were watching now, some smirking at his failed gesture.

"Fine," Werner said, his tone shifting toward defensive. "Just trying to be nice. No need to be rude about it."

"I wasn’t rude. I was clear."

Werner opened his mouth to respond, probably to escalate, when his eyes caught on something. The girl’s collar had shifted during her pack adjustments, revealing skin beneath.

And marked on that skin, just visible above her collarbone, was a symbol. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

An anchor. Or maybe a hook. The design was stylized but clear, burned or branded into her flesh permanently.

Werner’s expression changed completely, embarrassment transforming into something uglier.

"That’s a slave mark," he said, his voice loud enough to carry across the clearing.

The girl’s hand flew to her collar, pulling it up to cover the mark, but it was too late. Everyone had heard. Everyone was looking now.

Noah’s attention sharpened, watching this unfold with growing concern.

Slavery existed in this timeline. He’d heard references to it during his weeks in town, seen the occasional mention in conversations he’d overheard. It wasn’t widespread in the kingdom as far as he could tell, but it was present enough that marks like these had meaning.

The anchor or hook symbol marked someone as property. As owned. As less than free.

"I knew something was off about you," Werner continued, his voice taking on a cruel edge. "Acting like you’re too good for help. You’re just a slave. Probably ran away from your master. Does anyone here know you left? Or did you just desert?"

The girl’s face had gone pale, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

"I’m not a slave anymore," she said quietly. "I bought my freedom two years ago. Worked and saved until I had enough. The mark doesn’t define me."

"The mark says exactly what you are," Werner shot back. "Property that someone owned. Cheap labor that got branded like cattle. Where’s your master now? Did they let you come here, or did you run away hoping nobody would notice what you are?"

"Werner, that’s enough," someone said from the crowd, but the voice was uncertain, not carrying real authority.

"It’s not enough," Werner replied, his attention still locked on the girl. "We’re supposed to be dragon knights. Elite warriors representing the kingdom. And we’re training alongside slaves? What’s next, are we going to let criminals join? Beggars? Anyone who wanders in off the street?"

The girl’s eyes were bright with tears she refused to let fall. "I earned my place here. Passed the same tests everyone else did. My past doesn’t matter."

"Your past is literally marked on your body!" Werner gestured at her collar. "You can’t hide what you are. A slave who bought freedom is still a slave. The mark doesn’t lie."

That’s when Nami’s voice cut through the clearing, sharp and angry.

"Back off, Werner."

Noah turned to see Nami striding forward, her yellow armband visible, her expression furious. She’d apparently heard the commotion from where the yellows were organizing and come to investigate.

Werner’s attention shifted to her, surprise showing on his face before it transformed into dismissive arrogance.

"This doesn’t concern yellows, Nami. Go back to your precision shooting or whatever you people do."

"It concerns me when I hear someone being a complete ass to another recruit." Nami moved to stand beside the girl, a clear statement of solidarity. "Her past is her business. She’s here to train, same as everyone else."

"She’s a slave," Werner said, enunciating each word like Nami was stupid. "Do you understand what that means? She was property. Someone’s possession. And now she’s here pretending to be our equal."

"She IS our equal," Nami shot back. "She passed the entry tests. She’s been training for three weeks. She’s earned her spot here through her own effort. What have you done besides ride your family name and act like being born lucky makes you special?"

Werner’s face flushed red. "My family has produced dragon knights for three generations. We’ve protected this kingdom when people like her were being sold in markets. Don’t you dare compare us."

"I’m not comparing you. I’m saying she deserves the same respect you demand for yourself."

The tension was building now, other recruits gathering to watch the confrontation. Noah saw Pip moving through the crowd, his expression concerned, clearly wanting to help but uncertain how.

Werner took a step toward Nami, his body language aggressive. "You yellows think you’re so righteous. Precision specialists who sit back and snipe from safety while reds do the actual work. You don’t get to lecture me about respect."

"Someone needs to," Nami replied, not backing down despite Werner being significantly larger. "Because clearly your family forgot to teach you basic decency along with all that dragon knight tradition."

Pip appeared beside Nami then, his smaller frame looking almost fragile next to Werner’s bulk, but his voice was steady when he spoke.

"Werner, just drop it. This isn’t worth the fight."

Werner’s attention shifted to Pip, and his expression became something between amused and contemptuous.

"The runt yellow speaks. What are you going to do, Pip? Throw your little spinning blade at me? We both know you’re worthless in actual combat. Precision means nothing if you can’t back it up."

"I can back it up just fine," Pip replied, his quick speech pattern slowing into something more deliberate. "But I’m also smart enough to know when someone’s picking fights to avoid admitting they’re insecure about their own abilities."

Several recruits laughed at that, the sound rippling through the watching crowd.

Werner’s face went from red to purple. "What did you just say?"

"You heard me. You’re a daddy’s boy riding family reputation because you’re terrified you won’t measure up. So you pick on people you think are weaker to make yourself feel strong. It’s pathetic."

The laughter increased, more recruits openly mocking now. Werner’s carefully maintained image of confident leadership was cracking, and everyone could see it.

"You little shit," Werner growled, taking a step toward Pip.

Then his head snapped forward in a brutal headbutt that caught Pip directly in the face.

CRACK!

Pip went down hard, blood immediately streaming from his nose, his hands coming up too late to block. The laughter died instantly, replaced by shocked silence.

Nami moved without thinking, shoving Werner away from where Pip lay stunned. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Werner stumbled back a step, then his hand came up, raised to strike Nami.

BOOOSHHHH!!!

One instant Werner was standing there, fist raised. The next instant he was skidding across the ground twelve meters away, his body leaving furrows in the dirt before finally coming to a stop against the base of a tree.

In front of Nami, where Werner had been standing, Noah stood with his hand extended, the motion of his push still evident in his posture.

Complete silence fell over the clearing.

"I didn’t even see him move," someone whispered, the words carrying in the quiet.

Noah hadn’t been near them. Hadn’t been close enough to intervene. Had been standing maybe twenty feet away watching this unfold like everyone else. And somehow he’d crossed that distance and pushed Werner hard enough to send him flying before anyone’s eyes could track the movement.

Nami stared at Noah, her eyes wide. ’I didn’t even see him move,’ she thought, the same observation as everyone else.

Pip was climbing to his feet, one hand pressed to his bleeding nose, his expression showing more shock than pain. He looked at Noah, then at Werner, then back at Noah.

Werner got up slowly, dirt covering his back, leaves in his hair, his expression cycling through shock to anger to something approaching rage. He walked back toward the group, his breathing harsh, his fists clenched.

He stopped maybe three feet from Noah, staring at him with barely contained fury. Noah stared back, his expression calm, almost bored, like this whole situation was mildly inconvenient rather than actually engaging.

"You and me," Werner said, his voice shaking slightly from either exertion or anger or both. "We fight. Right now."

Noah sighed, the sound carrying complete disinterest. "There’s no need to fight. Can’t we all just get along?"

The way he said it, so casual, so utterly unbothered, like he was suggesting they play a different game because this one was boring, it made Werner’s fury spike even higher.

Werner shoved Noah’s chest, putting real force behind it.

Noah didn’t move an inch. Didn’t rock back, didn’t shift his weight, didn’t give any ground at all. He stood there like Werner had pushed a mountain, completely unmoved by force that would have sent most people stumbling.

Werner wound up to throw a punch, his right hand pulling back, his whole body coiling for a strike that would put everything he had behind it.

Then something moved in the trees to their left.

Fast. Impossibly fast. It was like a blur that crossed through the clearing’s edge in maybe half a second.

"Did you see that?" someone called out, pointing.

The group’s attention shifted immediately, combat forgotten as everyone tried to identify what had just passed.

"Beast," one of the more experienced recruits said. "Moving fast. Really fast."

"Should we chase it?" another asked.

"Hold on," someone else warned. "That kind of speed usually means either prey or—"

GRAAAAOAARRRRRR!!!

The roar came from multiple directions simultaneously, surrounding them.

Then the actual beasts emerged from the trees.

Not one. Not two. A whole pack of them, maybe eight or nine, moving with coordinated intent that could only mean pack intelligence and hunting experience.

They were nightmares made flesh. Each one maybe six feet long, low to the ground, their bodies covered in midnight blue fur. But the really disturbing part was the tentacles. Four of them per beast, emerging from their shoulders and flanks, each tentacle maybe eight feet long and covered in circular suckers.

And those suckers had teeth. Visible even from a distance, small sharp points lining each sucker, designed to grip and tear simultaneously.

And worse of all, they looked like big cats. Like a panther.

The panthers had been chasing the fire antelope beast that had blurred past. That much became immediately clear as the predators stopped their pursuit and turned their attention to the larger, slower prey that had conveniently gathered in a clearing.

These recruits suddenly looked a lot more appealing than one fast antelope.

Someone screamed. Several recruits stumbled backward. The panthers spread out, encircling the group with ease.

Then they attacked.

The first panther lunged at a red recruit who’d been standing near the clearing’s edge. The recruit tried to dodge but wasn’t fast enough. Tentacles wrapped around his torso, suckers latching on, teeth tearing into flesh through his shirt.

He screamed, the sound raw and terrified, as the panther began dragging him toward the trees.

Three other recruits rushed to help, grabbing their teammate and pulling against the panther’s strength. The beast snarled, its regular teeth snapping, tentacles tightening with crushing force.

Another panther attacked from a different angle, catching a recruit who’d tried to run. Tentacles seized her leg, yanked her off balance, dragged her across the ground while she clawed at dirt trying to find purchase.

The clearing erupted into chaos.

Recruits who’d never faced real combat before panicked, running in random directions, screaming for help. The more experienced ones tried to form defensive positions, drawing weapons, calling for organization.

One particularly aggressive red recruit charged a panther head-on, sword raised, yelling something about proving himself. He got within five feet before tentacles wrapped around his sword arm and his neck simultaneously. The beast lifted him off the ground like he weighed nothing, shaking him violently. Blood sprayed from where sucker-teeth tore into his throat.

Green recruits rushed forward, healers trying to reach the injured. One of them got too close to a panther and took a tentacle strike across the chest that sent him flying backward into a tree with bone-breaking force.

"GREENS, STAY BACK!" someone with authority yelled. Probably an instructor finally intervening verbally. "LET THE REDS ENGAGE! HEAL AFTER THE THREAT IS DOWN!"

The greens pulled back reluctantly, forming a secondary line, ready to rush in the moment combat cleared enough for safe healing.

The reds learned fast. The first few who’d engaged recklessly had gotten mauled badly. But seeing what worked and what didn’t, the others adapted.

Three reds working together managed to pin one panther’s tentacles, allowing a fourth to drive a spear through its skull. The beast went down thrashing, dying but still dangerous until someone delivered a second strike that finished it.

Another group used fire magic to scare a panther back, buying time for wounded recruits to escape the tentacle range.

Yellow recruits who’d come to watch the confrontation between Werner and Noah were now engaging from range. Nami’s knives embedded in a panther’s eyes, blinding it. Other yellows sent arrows, chakrams, various projectiles that distracted and damaged without requiring close contact.

One panther broke away from the main group, circling toward the rear where injured recruits were being evacuated. It moved fast, its attention locked on easy prey.

Noah stepped into its path.

The beast lunged, tentacles spreading wide to grab and tear. Noah’s fist came around in a straight punch that connected with the panther’s skull.

CRACK!

The sound of bone breaking was sharp and final. The panther’s charge stopped instantly, its forward momentum arrested by force that exceeded what its skull could withstand. It dropped dead before it finished falling, hitting the ground hard.

[+20 XP]

The notification appeared in Noah’s vision, small and unobtrusive, confirmation that the system recognized the kill.

’While others needed multiple strikes and teamwork, I used one punch,’ Noah thought, looking at the dead beast. ’Enhanced strength makes this almost unfair. These panthers are dangerous to normal recruits, but to me they’re not much different than training dummies that happen to move and fight back.’

The combat continued around him. Reds working together, learning coordination under pressure, bringing down panthers through combined effort. Greens rushing in during lulls to heal the wounded, dragging injured recruits to safety. Yellows providing covering fire from strategic positions.

After maybe five minutes that felt like hours, the last panther went down under combined assault from six reds who’d learned to pin its tentacles before delivering killing blows.

Silence fell over the clearing, broken only by harsh breathing and the moans of injured recruits.

Bodies lay scattered across the ground. Eight panther corpses. Maybe a dozen recruits wounded badly enough to need immediate healing. Three recruits who weren’t moving at all, their injuries too severe for the greens to handle or inflicted too quickly for anyone to intervene.

Instructors moved through the aftermath, checking on the dead, organizing the greens to prioritize healing, maintaining watch in case more beasts were drawn by the noise and blood.

Valen appeared, his expression grim as he surveyed the damage.

"Carve the cores," he ordered. "All of you who engaged, you earned these kills. Extract the cores and secure them. This is what you came here to do."

Recruits began the grisly work of cutting into dead panthers, finding the crystallized cores near their hearts. The cores were smaller than Noah expected, maybe the size of walnuts, glowing faintly with internal light.

Nami approached Noah while others were occupied with core extraction. Her expression was complicated, concern mixing with something else.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I’m fine. Pip?"

They both looked toward where Pip sat against a tree, a green recruit healing his broken nose. He gave them a weak thumbs up, blood still covering the lower half of his face.

"This doesn’t feel right," Nami said quietly, her eyes scanning the clearing. "Something about this area, about how those panthers attacked. It was too coordinated. Too much like they were herding us."

Noah felt it too. Something nagging at the edge of his awareness, wrong in ways he couldn’t quite articulate.

Then the system notification appeared, cutting through his thoughts with sharp clarity.

[NEW QUEST RECEIVED: PROTECT YOUR FLOCK]

Noah stared at the words, his stomach dropping.

Protect your flock. Not hunt beasts. Not gather cores. Protect.

Which meant danger was coming. Something worse than panthers. Something that required protection rather than offense.

He looked at Nami, saw her frowning at the trees like she could sense the same wrongness.

"We need to move," Noah said quietly. "Something’s coming."

"What? How do you—"