Navigating through the 2nd years was a task that was easier compared to the last time.
With 1,000 stat points in agility and wings, White moved through the clouds as quietly as a soft breeze. When he reached directly above the arena, he withdrew his wings and let himself free-fall down through the hole.
He punched once when he reached 3 meters to the ground, the shockwave of it driving him upwards and cancelling his falling momentum.
Then, he was able to land easily on the ground.
"Hello, Zeras. Right on the dot as ever."
The words echoed from above, and White raised his head, looking at the instructor reclining forward on the railings up the seats.
His words made him turn to his runic watch, and just as the man had said,
He had arrived at exactly 11:00 on the dot.
'Seems like the United Earth Federation's protocols rubbed off on me more than I thought.'
Back in the UEF, they'd be trained to always arrive on the dot.
