A chuckle escaped Michael.
"The living train to get strong. Mine will train until they're unbeatable."
And then there was the second notification.
The one that still made Michael heart race.
[You have learned Basic Combat Arts]
Which meant…
He could train alongside them and gain skills himself.
And the more they improved, the better his own feedback would become.
It was a perfect feedback loop.
Michael looked at his hands, then at the undead. "You're teachers too," he muttered.
Of course, not all of his undead would be like this.
If Lucky could teach him anything, it would be how to eat grass and still not taste it.
Most likely, only his humanoid undead could have specializations and serve as effective training tools.
Michael didn't doubt that a time would come when his undead could become as intelligent as any human.
But until he saw one actually learn a special skill—like something related to magic—he wouldn't call them perfect.
