Deputy Commander Wiles stood atop a large platform in one of the training camps of the Evolutionary Army, his back hunched over as he studied the children sparring with each other down at the bottom.
"Hah!"
"Take this!"
"I can adaptively evolve to your blows!"
In a large field that spread an enormous distance out in the open, countless evosapien children sparred with each other, leveraging what genetic adaptive evolution they could to spar with each other.
An expression of satisfaction emerged on the deputy commander's face as he observed them fight with extraordinary skill that far exceeded what would have even been remotely fathomable for their age.
"They're miracles, each and every single one of them." His elderly voice contained a hint of great pride. "This whole generation is a generation of miracles."
