One week had passed since I showcased my new Talent to Tanju Shar. Since then, we’d had two more sessions with her. I’d spent every single minute of my free time either studying or practicing my archery. This meant that I had to hold back a bit on some of my physical training, but I felt that it was s necessary sacrifice right now. Because today, it was time for class 1’s first Group Subjugation Engagement class, which was just a fancy name for monster hunting.

From now on, the class would be split up into teams of five and have a Group Subjugation Engagement class at least once a week. It was because of this that I focused so much of my attention on improving my archery this last week. I wouldn’t feel right if I were to become a burden for my team.

The Group Subjugations would take place in a large forest behind the academy’s campus. I’d seen it from a distance several times during my morning runs around the academy, but its surroundings were cordoned off, so I hadn’t seen it up close. It was filled with man-made caves, ruins, and small buildings that the faculty had built to give both us and the monsters places to hide. The teams would be assigned different missions in the forest and a time-limit. If we couldn’t complete the task in the allocated time, it would reflect poorly on our team’s score. At the end of every term, the best teams from every year would get rewards that were said to be very ostentatious and useful. All of the students would also be evaluated from their individual performance, and those students that had performed best would also get rewards when the term ended.

The missions that the teams could be assigned varied. There was apparently a specific department in the academy whose sole job it was to organize and manage these classes. This department had several contracted magicians who summoned and oversaw the monsters that were to be our enemies during these classes. Because we were only first years, they wouldn’t summon anything more dangerous than bottom-ranked monsters. Second years were allowed to fight low-ranked monsters, and the best of the third years could get opportunities to compete with mid-ranked monsters.

I had come across a few mid-ranked monsters in my previous world, but I’d never fought any of them. Just imagining that I might have to do that in a couple of years gave me the shills. Calling them mid-ranked felt a bit misleading, as only one mid-ranked monster was enough to bring ruin to a whole city block. But considering that there existed monsters that were much more dangerous than that, I guess they didn’t have much choice with the names.

Mr. Basara was standing at the front of the classroom and explaining the general points of the Group Subjugation Engagement class to us. When he was finished, he brought up a tall hologram with all of the teams from class 1 listed. All of the students watched the list interestedly.

“The team’s leaders was decided partly through chance, and partly through the decisions of our teachers. If you don’t like having been picked, then you can talk to me, and we’ll choose someone else from your team to be the leader.” Mr. Basara informed us.

Team Bradford
-Jean Bradford(L)
-Oskar Cranz
-Alima Hasni
-Monique Barbier
-Yuji Kita

Team Sibylla
-Jasmine Silvia Sibylla(L)
-Jie Yan
-Raul Passos Menezes
-Chloe Whitley
-Sarah Bowen

Team Gallagher
-Abigail Gallagher(L)
-Jack Andersson
-Kay Buck
-Arya Jayavant
-Kim Hooper

Team Chin-Ho…

Team Willemzen…


I looked through the teams. I was with Abigail and Kay, plus two others that I didn’t know very well. I’d never talked to Arya before, and all I knew about Jack was that he was Swedish.

I realized that, out of all the members of our study group, Liang was the only one who ended up alone. I turned around and looked at her. She didn’t seem to mind it very much. She was an energetic person, so she’d probably already got to know most of the other students in the class. At least more than I had.

I looked back at the list of teams again. After thinking about it for a minute, I realized that teams were created to be relatively balanced. Supporters and sharpshooters were spread out amongst the teams, and there were at least two strong vanguards per team. But our team seemed to be an exception. For some reason, they had placed two archers on the same team. Did they not think I was good enough, so they had to make up for it by placing Abigail on my team? No, that can’t be it. I wasn’t too far behind Oskar Cranz when it came to my archery skills now. I’d had fun looking at his annoyed expression this last week every time I performed well.

Now that I thought about it, I doubted if any of the other members of my team were a supporter either. I was pretty sure that Jack, a vanguard tank, and Arya was the person that had picked a katar as her weapon during the first day. Suddenly, I remembered what I had heard instructor Shar say to Abigail a week ago. ‘It's still unstable. You're letting too much of your magic force to go waste. It'd be a miracle if that could even heal a paper cut.’

Could it be that I had misunderstood Abigail’s role? Maybe she wasn’t a sharpshooter, but rather, a supporter?

I poked at Kay, who was sitting with her head down on the desk next to me. She’d only briefly glanced at the teams before lying down again. Was she still claiming that she wasn’t sleeping when she did that?

“Hey. Do you know if Abigail is a supporter?”I asked her in a hushed voice.

She turned her head sideways and slightly nodded. “Mm.”

“She really is? Because of the bow, I just assumed that she was a sharpshooter like me.” Even though I suspected it, it was still surprising.

“…You still have to do more research. Her grandfather might be a vanguard, but her father is a famous supporter. His nickname is ‘The Mending Arrow.’” She said apathetically.

“I’ve tried researching more, but do you know how many famous heroes there are?!”

She inclined her head. “Mm. I know. I know all of the top thousand heroes.”

“Seriously? Why?”

“…Because they’re strong,” She mumbled and turned her head back, face down towards the desk.

I stared at her with wide eyes before sighing and shrugging my shoulders. “Okay. I guess that’s as good a reason as anything. But I’m not memorizing a thousand people, that’s for sure.”

Mr. Basar clapped his hands together loudly. Everybody quickly stopped talking about the different teams and focused their attention on the front of the classroom.

“Any questions or complaints about the teams?” He asked.

Silence. No one seemed to have any complaints.

“Good. Then, gather into your teams, and we’ll head out to the forest.”


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