《Diary of Erica Kron》Day 43
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My teacher finally asked me for a favor. He wants a hundred thousand master plant manipulators, meaning he is sending me a hundred thousand people and he wants me to train them in plant manipulation. It was certainly not what I was expecting, but it is one of the better possibilities. It kinda fits too, he is giving me knowledge, I give some of his people knowledge.
I’m worried about being able to teach so many people. Including our own people who have shown up, it would be about two hundred thousand people. And the numbers are still growing. I did not expect nearly this many volunteers when I asked for volunteers. The area I originally designated to train these people is several orders of magnitude too small, and there isn’t really any place to expand it. So I built a completely new facility out in the middle of nowhere, it is able to house about double the numbers we currently have before we will start to run into problems, so it’s a really big facility. So big in fact that Par organized people to set up defenses all over it. Between the way I built it, the various enchantments that are slowly covering every single wall, and many other things it should be safe from attack.
It’s honestly amazing how quickly he managed to get so many people to start working on this. So many people have had their lives disrupted recently that there are tons of people able to mobilize at a moments notice.
And so we were ready to receive everyone, both the locals and the people belonging to the older dungeon. I’m not surprised that he has the kind of power available to him to casually teleport a hundred thousand people to the other side of the world to a very precise spot.
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Their presence caused some confusion but the newcomers ended up explaining to the locals that I was doing a personal favor for their master, an ancient dungeon. The reaction to that was a lot more subdued than I was expecting, it was less ‘wow that’s amazing’ and more ‘of course, why wouldn’t an ancient dungeon come to Erica for help’.
And so I spent half of the day teaching people how to use plants. The newcomers had no knowledge of the subject, but did have natural talent and were incredibly receptive to this kind of teaching. While my people knew quite a bit about plant manipulation, a good chunk of them were better at it than I was when I first started growing my forest.
A lot of it is pure skill, which is something I wouldn’t be able to teach with any other method. Unfortunately, I can’t subtly guide them the same way I did with my apprentices as there are simply way too many of them for that to be effective, but that is probably for the best. I’m not trying to encourage self-learning and discovery so much as I am trying to reinforce the idea that I am guiding them. Me very obviously directing their thoughts in the right way should help accomplish that. Plus it’s faster.
I ended up spending my downtime with Jasmine today, the nuclear fire user I hit it off with a while ago, before everything turned crazy again. Apparently, she worked as something called a nuclear engineer in a world very similar to the one Askos described from his previous life, though her memories aren’t quite as clear as his. Her knowledge was discovered by the scholars when she demonstrated her at the time very unrefined abilities during a test to get into one of their schools. It was fun hanging out and talking with her. I think I will try to do it again sometime.
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Anyway, Good Night Diary.
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