Bab 17: Noksal
*Fionn's POV*
Being shaken awake by Benji he points to the scoreboard with the rankings. "18th, I made it! he cried, ecstatic at his rank. Taking a look myself I was fairly pleased with my rank, '9th, well considering my written score I'll take that, having only just scraped a pass.
A tap on my shoulder alerted me to Mattius' presence, "It seems we will be in Class A together Fionn," he said, a smile painting his face. "I'm 14th, but mainly because of my academic scores." Smiling back at him I look for the other names I remember: Ophelia- A, Hugo- A, Milani- A, Georgina- A. The sobbing and screeching of those that failed to get in and would therefore be required to learn a profession or work as a mercenary was deafening, and if I considered it, it was unlikely that one of the transmigrated deities would fail the exam, therefore most if not all of those that failed were natives. The failed examinees were thrown out of the hall, and our remaining 30 were collected into our separate groups.
"Hey Fionn, didn't Benji make it?" Ophelia's soft voice asked
"Nah, he's in Class B, he got 18th or something. How'd you make it to class A, no offence?"
"Some taken." she joked, "well I'm quite well educated, having had tutors specifically for those subjects, and with my scorching ray and crossbow I'm not exactly defenceless." As Ophelia and Mattius got acquainted I looked at our classmates, trying to get an understanding of who I would be dealing with for the foreseeable future. The first individual that held my attention was a muscular, soldier-looking man with tanned skin and short-cropped hair, similar to that of the city guard recruits. While others in the mob of people were observing each other like I was or were nervously chittering, he was collected and calm, but the multitude of various weapons covering his body painted him as a prepared and well-trained combatant.
A second tall, solid figure held my gaze, as if curious about my gaze. Her long black hair was tied back in braids and she wore light leather armour with solid metal plated gauntlets, reinforced with metal spikes at the ends of the knuckles, demonstrating that she was a brawler class, as they fight without real weapons and use their bodies to fight. Benji had pointed her out before due to her height and muscular frame, both overshadowing the majority of boys in the room, saying her name was Amir, making both her physical frame and her name stand out from her surroundings.
The last boy I observed had sat next to me in the written exam, and I had noticed something interesting about him already. Noone, since I have come to this world, has been left-handed, with people either ignoring their natural inclinations or perhaps the gene is absent here, but this individual had been writing with his left hand. He looked well dressed and formal, his hair combed and his clothes straight. Between the constant fiddling and the rubbing of his right hand, he just couldn't stand still. Leaning to Mattius I point out the kid's left-handedness, which immediately brightens his face, just as it had when he met me. Walking over to him Mattius points it out, asking why he wrote with the left hand.
"Oh, uh, I guess it is because my other hand was badly injured a long while ago, so I just got used to using my left," he said, rubbing his right wrist almost protectively, however, I didn't believe him for a second. 'There's no way that's the truth. I can't even see any remains of an injury, and with the healing of the clerics and healers in the clinics, there's no way he would have been injured long enough to learn to function with the offhand. Mattius however, dragged him over to Ophelia and me, ignoring the complaints of the young man. Neatening himself, he stood firm again, as if resigned to his situation, "Hello, I am Aaron Belmont, and an avid sword user, I hope we get along." Though friendly enough there was something odd about him, like with Mattius, but unlike with Mattius, there was something niggling in the back of my head about him.
"Okay Class A, you'll be under my watch for the year, so please follow me," the moustached assessor called, his massive frame guiding us to a portal that presumably led to the school. "We have portals connected to pretty much everywhere, but we know that political influence is a risk to our facility if we remain too close to the cities themselves, so we are currently positioned in the middle of the Oskarr Mountains." Hopping through the portal I took in the views, the frozen mountain tops peaking over the top of a solid stone fortress, no doubt magically protected from observation and attacks. "While you are students here there are obviously some rules. The main ones are fairly obvious. No killing or maiming fellow pupils or staff, No fighting outside of duels and under the supervision of a teacher. Finally, and surprisingly the one that people dislike the most is no family influence while inside the academy. We don't care who you are, but what you can do. A prince with no power is just a well-dressed worm."
Being taken to our dorms, split by class rather than gender, with individual rooms per student was a godsend, as it meant I wouldn't have to deal with people for at least a third of the day. 'The classes are picked for us? Most of them will be pretty pointless I'm sure...Yep, what the fuck am I going to actually learn from this?'
"You all will be taken to your dorms so that you may change into your uniform, and receive your personalised timetables." While the Class B students' dorm was hidden behind the cafeteria, the Class A dorm building stood isolated, surrounded by flourishing gardens filled with colours and fragrances that only added to the picturesque nature of the white 5-story tower, with balconies attached to every room in the tower, from the 1st years, to the 3rd. Following Francois into the tower I peer at the tower map. 'A training area and facilities on the 1st floor, including sparring zones and a gravitational room, while the 'cafeteria' for Class A is on the top floor, overlooking the mountains and valley below.' As we walked up the stairs to the second floor, which housed the 1st years of the A-class, Ophelia stopped suddenly.
"You cannot be serious! You expect us girls to house in the same area as the boys?" she exclaimed.
Francois's eye twitched momentarily, but a smirk rose on his lips, "yes, miss Fairgood, we do expect the class to share the same area, regardless of rank, social class or gender. The rooms are incredibly secure so there's no need to be concerned about peeking toms, especially as the female instructors would be more than willing to punish them personally if they were caught in the act." The outrage on Ophelia's face had been quenched instantly, her complaint seemingly childish and nonsensical in the face of her instructor's reasoning.
Allocated individual rooms and numbered by rank, the rooms were decorated according to the class of the student. Opening the door to my new accommodation, the wealth of the academy was made apparent, the room having been clearly affected by a spatial extension spell. The bedroom itself was already larger than the entire family house back in Ankor, however, fit in the space of a storage unit. Though dimly lit I had no issue with this, as bright lighting and paints can make meditation and focusing more difficult as it reflects light. The bed itself was not particularly uncommon, but was the size of a king, letting me sprawl across the mattress. The rooms had an ensuite attached, however, the real prize was the personal training area, with a barrel of heavily weighted weaponry and a self-healing training dummy placed on the side of the room, giving me the sense that the rooms had at least some form of sound-proofing. Looking at the black uniform, with leather, reinforced boots, heavy woven pants and brocade tunic, braided with golden thread and emblazoned with the academy's emblem. The wyvern's threatening aura, with wings outstretched and eyes vicious and hungry, seemed palpable despite it being mere embroidery, making it likely that it was also enchanted. 'Where's the damn.. oh there it is,' the timetable being hidden under the uniform forced students to actively engage with the uniform if they were trying to find it.
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Weekly Timetable
Student Name: Fionn Malkor
Class: Class A (1st year)
Monday:
9-11 am: Physical Combat Training
11-12:30 pm: Lunch
12:30- 2:30 pm: Military Tactics and Maneuvers
2:30-4:30 pm: Swordwork Training
4:30-5:30 pm: Personal Time
5:30-7 pm: Dinner
Tuesday:
9-11 am: Physical Combat Training
11-12:30 pm: Lunch
12:30- 2:30 pm: Monsterology
2:30-4:30 pm: Hunting Tactics and Manoeuvres
4:30-5:30 pm: Personal Time
5:30-7 pm: Dinner
Wednesday:
9-11 am: Physical Combat Training
11-12:30 pm: Lunch
12:30- 2:30 pm: History
2:30-4:30 pm: Politics
4:30-5:30 pm: Personal Time
5:30-7 pm: Dinner
Thursday:
9-11 am: Physical Combat Training
11-12:30 pm: Lunch
12:30- 2:30 pm: Outdoor Survival Training
2:30-4:30 pm: Swordwork Training
4:30-5:30 pm: Personal Time
5:30-7 pm: Dinner
Friday:
9-11 am: Physical Combat Training
11-12:30 pm: Lunch
12:30- 2:30 pm: Personal Tutoring (Francois- Swordmaster & A-rank Hunter)
2:30-4:30 pm: Ability-Permitted Combat Training (Both Classes)
4:30-5:30 pm: Personal Time
5:30-7 pm: Dinner
Weekends:
All students are permitted to enter any Green rank portal zones during weekends.
Students of D-rank or E-ranks in a group of 5 may enter an Orange-rank portal zone with the written permission of a teacher.
Additional Notes:
No 1st-year student is permitted to leave the Academy grounds during weekdays without teacher approval.
All 1st and 2nd-year students are prohibited from entering the Skill Library.
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