March 25, 2036—
First class on Monday: Revision of Theoretical Combat.
Ordinarily, this would have been the second class of the year, but it was likely rescheduled due to the Nefertari incident.
Neko-sensei stood before the entire cohort of first-years as we walked down the pristine white corridor of the weapon gallery.
There were no obstacles, nor any visible doors. According to tales circulated by the third-years, the gallery was impenetrable vault that only a select few instructors could navigate its entrance.
This was the story a boy from Class D, walking behind me, was animatedly sharing with his friend.
'Kids really say the wildest things… Then again, I'm a kid too.' I shook my head, causing Amy to glance at me with concern.
"Kai, are you sick? Amy has been worried about you since we returned from the dungeon." Her face looked like she was on the verge of tears. "Are you going to die? Were you possessed?"
