The Absolute Unity Defense, even if it was the lesser one obtained by each Rebornian, was enough defense to survive against at least a tonne of rubble collapsing towards them.
Since the weight of such force was only equal to a 1-star spell [Boulder Throw], as long as the Rebornians were 2-star or higher, then they wouldn't need to worry about such a disaster befalling onto them. Basically, anyone who had been a Rebornian for longer than a month was safe from any natural catastrophe, be it drowning, being engulfed in flames, or being dropped from a tall height.
Michael thought it was a pretty good natural defense for his citizens before he found a superior one. He even thought it was just adequate. But judging from the looks every Queens region local was giving him, there was something wrong with his thinking.
"Is that bad?" he asked them.
"BAD?!" Jimmy cried out. "That's insane! Your citizens just have this kind of defense skill automatically? And why did I just now figure out that you can awaken everyone's talent—both human and demi-human?!"
Michael thought it was pretty obvious. But Jimmy was still probably trying to process everything he saw in the Kings region that he neglected to understand why every Rebornian could wield magic proficiently.
"Don't big companies also have this sort of defense?" Michael asked innocently.
NO, was the resounding answer.
"There are some companies or royal territories that have their own set of defense and attack spells, but they aren't given to just any one of their citizens. Money doesn't grow on trees. They need a lot of resources to nurture their citizens into becoming capable enough to become self-sufficient.
They would rather foster a small army to protect their citizens rather than arm tens of thousands of their people to protect themselves."
Hearing Jimmy's explanation made Michael a little bit more aware of his nation's specialness. He thought any successful company would do what he did.
Michael turned to Yuna. "Is this true?" he asked her.
"Yes. That's why I said you're a cheat. Your powers already put you miles ahead of your competition."
In hindsight, Michael should have known. This was the power that a Supreme Skill gave their fortunate bearers.
"I guess I'm pretty good then," Michael muttered as if this was the first time he realized it.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but the fact that you can create customized Physical Arts skills should have been your first clue," Agnes butted in.
She recognized the Dragonborns' new spells taught by Michael. Although different, the basis of power was extremely similar to the ones that the Orcs displayed just a day ago.
"You must have created those spells in one day, am I correct? We have never seen their spells till yesterday."
"Umm yeah. But can't a high-level Physical Arts master be able to do that as well?" he asked, completely clueless.
NO, was once again the resounding answer.
"Technically, they can do it, but not as fast as you were able to do it," explained Agnes. "One of the prerequisites in becoming a titled Knight was to create your own Physical Arts spell. Normally, it would take them one or more years of tedious research and painstaking practice before their new technique was judged by veteran Knights."
"It's basically their thesis paper," Yuna whispered to Michael. "How would you feel if someone just printed a 100-page technical paper in one night?"
Michael graduated at a time when AI wasn't a thing. So, he understood clearly how hard it was to write a thesis in a month, much less a day.
"With the territory conquered by the Nation of Reborn, with the wealth you accumulated and will accumulate in the future, and with the full-proof defense of every single one of your citizens…I can only say that your company has the best chance at entering the top 10 of the rankings."
Jimmy had to sit down on the ground as he realized the magnitude of what he had just discovered.
"I don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky that I'm the first journalist to have a chance at publishing this story. This may be the best up-and-coming story in the current world, but may be unbelievably so. Unless they see the current state of the Kings region for themselves, I'm afraid it would be hard for them to believe such a story.
But worry not. I will do my best to spread the news with my captivating writing. I'll spend my entire career following your company, you can count on that!"
Jimmy made a declaration of intent, which Michael was glad to hear about.
"I guess you'll be the Nation of Reborn's first correspondent," Michael said.
"I will make sure that your company's ranking in the Golden 500 will be published worldwide! That's my goal."
Yuna approached Michael. "This is good for you. Having a published ranking will do well when negotiating with other territories. It makes your influence a lot more solid, and makes my job so much easier."
Seeing no downside, Michael shook hands with the rookie journalist. "We'll work together then. You can have full access to the Nation of Reborn as you do your research."
"That's great! I'll work on it right now."
Jimmy scooted off to his guest house and began to prepare a worthy publication that would introduce the Reborn company to the Queens region.
Meanwhile, the sparring session continued normally as it would.
The rebel Orcs were a bit late in their arrival because they had to sneak out of their tribe, but they still had enough time to spar and play a bit of baseball before the sun set.
They were going to spar with the Dragonborns, but Fudge seemed to have other plans.
"Master! Can I please have the Orcs as my assistants?" Fudge said, hopping on top of Michael's head.
"What will you do with them?" he asked suspiciously.
"Well, Master. I sensed a bit of their talent in the shadows!"