A new day began, right on schedule, as a regular biological clock ticked over.
Before seven in the morning, all the students of Class Three, Year One, had assembled on time in their exclusive Martial Arts Room.
Unlike the usual atmosphere of their morning training, today, every face wore a complex expression—a mixture of excitement, nervousness, and anticipation.
Because today was the second practical combat class of the month.
After their last bloody battle against the greenskins on Planet Gamma-7, they understood what the three words "practical combat class" truly meant. It wasn't just some simple virtual simulation, but real combat with real weapons—combat where blood would be shed and lives could be lost.
Inside the Martial Arts Room, students gathered in small groups, murmuring amongst themselves as they speculated about the challenge that lay ahead.
"So, which planet do you think we're going to this time? And what kind of enemies will we run into?"
