Hogweed Scroll I

"Constant training is impactful towards your fighting, however", The huge Grifix spoke as he used some minerals to help with a wounded warrior Grifix, "You must understand that you are already faster than the others. That was your wish, you have achieved that wish."

"I know...but I also know that I'm not useless. I can fight, I have tricks and tactics. I actually use fucking strategy unlike others who just blindly run full force into battle!"

Hogweed sighed and stepped away, picking up more minerals to use in the healing process. His special technique that he's been teaching to other Grifix who also could potentially use the gift he has for healing.

"Flare, if you break yourself while doing this, you will in fact become useless by your own doings. You must realize that."

"I...fine."

Hogweed nodded, letting Flare go and watched him leave. He looks back at the training grounds seeing all the Grifix fight each other.

"Hmm, perhaps better tactics would be an ideal that should be taught. Perhaps."

Hogweed went back looking over some Grifix who were waiting for some, only a few though were waiting to get some kind of medical help. The large Grifix closed his eyes, thinking back to Quick Mouse's legend.

He opened his eyes again and left his spot, walking across the land to once again teach his ways and techniques. The only Grifix who had this specialized healing trick that the older mentors had taken notice to. Nominating him to become a healer mentor in hopes to spread his knowledge and abilities. He didn't mind this, and felt honoured to have been nominated for this task. Achieving this ideal only helps after all, allowing the Grifix Tribe to sustain themselves for much longer.