08:15, Monday, 21st of January, 2085.
Neto woke up from the comfy bed in his room and stared at the ceiling for ten minutes before finally getting up.
He dressed the bed neatly, then headed to the wardrobe. He had arranged his newly bought clothes there the day before, right before going to sleep.
He picked what to wear and went to take his bath.
Before doing so, he ordered a meal, knowing it would take time to arrive.
Then he checked his tech based hologram.
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Name: Neto Amari
Age: 300 days
Race: Human/Mechanoid
State: Human
Level: 0
Grade: Tier 0
Exp: 0%
HP: 100% <+1/min>
Energy: 100/100 <+1/min>
Stamina: 100% <+1/sec>
{STATS}
STR: 22
AGI: 28
END: 27
VIT: 20
DEX: 25
INT: 5
CHA: 20
SP: 0
{ABILITIES}
• Disconnection
• Polarity
• Aether
• [KAINOS]
Quests: Ø
---
After the bath, he dressed and waited for his food.
Tapping his wristband, a pop-up appeared, reminding him of class.
When he tapped the help icon, more information appeared about the class structure.
There was one class per day, each lasting about two hours—from 10:00 to 12:00.
They were divided into three categories:
1. Mandatory Class
2. Combat Class
3. Non-Combat Class
Mandatory was simple: History and Survival of Hunters.
Combat Classes were split into two types—Hand-to-Hand and Weapon-Based.
Hand-to-Hand involved training in every available martial art until the best suited one was chosen.
Weapon-Based focused on mastering a chosen weapon under the guidance of a skilled instructor.
Non-Combat was optional and focused on guild, company, and business management.
By the time he finished reading, his food had arrived.
After eating, he used the map function to locate his class.
It was a long walk—less if he ran.
He arrived after about thirty minutes, slightly out of breath.
The classroom was large and filled with students. It was a joint history lecture, so all 140 students were gathered inside the auditorium.
The room sloped downward, with seats rising from the podium below—where the teacher sat, head down, as if asleep.
There was no formal dress code, as long as the clothes weren't revealing and were durable. The only mandatory item was the academy ring.
Neto ignored the murmurs around him, picked a random seat in the third row—out of ten total—and sat down.
Beside him sat someone familiar. Zuri smiled and waved.
Not wanting to seem rude, he waved back with a small smile.
"IT'S 10:00! CLOSE THE DOORS!"
A loud, menacing voice boomed from the front of the class, and the doors sealed immediately.
Anyone who didn't make it in time would receive a strike.
As a rule, once inside the training grounds or academy, compulsory classes must be attended at all costs.
Each missed class resulted in a strike added to your record.
There were no resets—meaning even if you attended ten classes afterward, the previous missed ones still counted.
After five missed classes, your rank would be swapped with the ranker below you.
The penalty scaled further—miss twenty, and you were expelled.
The rules were strict.
"Those of you who made it in time, sit," the voice commanded.