Chapter 750

　　Third person's POV 　　Kyrian had barely taken a few bites when a tall boy walked over and flipped his tray onto the floor, sneering, "Go on, eat that." 　　Tabitha's fists clenched in anger. "How can they bully him like this? He's already struggling!" 　　Derek held her back. "Tabitha, don't act rashly. This place isn't just about physical training for him." 　　Tabitha frowned. "Then what else is he here for?" 　　Derek explained, "For people like us, growing up means training alongside peers who'll become your most trusted allies—like Alvin and Rolf. These are the people who'd take a bullet for you on the battlefield. If Kyrian grows up sheltered, handed a team of strangers, do you think they'd truly respect or protect him? One wrong move, and he could end up dead." 　　Tabitha's anger began to fade. "What are you saying?" 　　Derek's tone grew serious. "He's not just training his body. He's learning to lead, to earn the loyalty of these kids. They'll become his most important allies in the fut