[b]Trad – [s]Basic Training[/s] Practice[/b]

As Trad looked over the rifles, he felt the ground begin to rumble. Was there a tremor hitting the school? No. No it was a tank. Someone was literally driving a tank on the practice ground. Forgetting about the rifles, he walked over to the now parked behemoth.

“Well, I guess you won’t be having much trouble going through the obstacle courses.” He remarked looking over the vehicle, stopping when he saw the mounted weapons, “Or the shooting range for that matter.”

When Professor Iderson spoke, Trad turned to give her his full attention. While she spoke and looked calm, her words were far from. Ground rules, prohibition of semblances, and zero tolerance for quarrels. While he didn’t expect to get in a fight, from what she said it sounded like the Armory class already had. As for his semblance, that was only needed for emergencies anyway. Iderson then turned things over to her aid Esther. 

Esther and Goodwitch must have attended the same intimidation seminar, her stare alone was almost enough for Trad to stand at attention. Then she spoke. Her voice shook the ground more than the tank! Every word felt like it forced itself into Trads mind and imprinted so he would never forget. As she finished he turned his gaze to the obstacle courses. Trying to determine which one he’d do best at. Or better yet, actually complete.