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The first couple of weeks for Anna were not what she expected at all. At first she imagined being welcomed with open arms and a grand celebration welcoming the new students, there would be a party with drinks and snacks. A large area where all the students would get to connect and introduce themselves, a chance to make new friends and find old ones. At the end of the day there would be class assigning, each student would be given their uniform and schedule, a brief period to see if you match with anybody else. Some would say the first day was like that, others not taking to the venues, but Anna, she didn't have a choice. Pre-enrolled in the Special Forces Program there was no time to dilly dally. The young blonde was immediately forced into harsh physical exercises. It was unexpected but she stuck it out, she had to, it was the program she chose and a goal she made for herself to be the only family member to accomplish something great.
As the first couple of weeks went by the exercises didn't seem so bad, of course her body adapted to the pain and stress, it was easier to achieve. The Special Forces Program was definitely not for everyone, those students were pushed harder in every area of expertise, including academics, the scoring method was a lot stricter for the students marked with a S.F.P. on their student profile, teacher would adjust accordingly. Magic was also pushed as far as the student could go, they trained and challenged as hard as they could to the students, sometimes borderline abuse or torture, but these were the students that were gonna win the war.
Anna set herself goals every morning, practicing her program's pre-exercises before the real challenges set in. It would be a course of push-ups, pull-ups, sit-ups, planks, weights, and then a 3 mile run. Each S.F.P. student was to do this at the start of their class, but Anna wanted to do it as soon as she woke up, doubling the daily exercise, pushing herself to go beyond. During her morning run around school grounds she came across a loud and vibrant argument between a handful of students and young boy. Obviously third years versus a first year. Anna stopped for a moment, she wasn't close enough to hear anything but she caught her breath momentarily, keeping an eye on the situation. She saw a girl approach the group, stepping in for the first year from the looks of it, with a sword in hand she obviously has experience. Looking at the scene that sword might cause some problems, seeing as that it was five third years against the two, they won't hold back, which would cause the other girl to step in, resulting in a possible serious injury. Her thought process made her come to the conclusion of interrupting. Anna ran over to the commotion, wearing the school workout uniform, containing of baggy sweats and long sleeve shirt, meant to trap heat and make the muscles expand while burning fat. Though there was a small detail on her uniform compared to others, a patch, sowed into each of her different uniforms at the left shoulder, an emblem representing her enrollment in the Special Forces Program, it bore the same weight as one would say an elite unit badge. Approaching the group she slowed down to steady jog and stopped on the other side of the boy, showing no fatigue and making her small but mighty presence noticed.
"I suggest we all walk out of this before the authorities come, and you and I both know who's side of the story they're gonna believe, third years or not."
Being of older age and higher school progression doesn't always mean superiority, an S.F.P. student does not go unnoticed. She held on to her bearings hoping her intervention would be enough to stop any further commotion, she would hate to see the sharp blade that belonged to the other girl make its appearance.
As the first couple of weeks went by the exercises didn't seem so bad, of course her body adapted to the pain and stress, it was easier to achieve. The Special Forces Program was definitely not for everyone, those students were pushed harder in every area of expertise, including academics, the scoring method was a lot stricter for the students marked with a S.F.P. on their student profile, teacher would adjust accordingly. Magic was also pushed as far as the student could go, they trained and challenged as hard as they could to the students, sometimes borderline abuse or torture, but these were the students that were gonna win the war.
Anna set herself goals every morning, practicing her program's pre-exercises before the real challenges set in. It would be a course of push-ups, pull-ups, sit-ups, planks, weights, and then a 3 mile run. Each S.F.P. student was to do this at the start of their class, but Anna wanted to do it as soon as she woke up, doubling the daily exercise, pushing herself to go beyond. During her morning run around school grounds she came across a loud and vibrant argument between a handful of students and young boy. Obviously third years versus a first year. Anna stopped for a moment, she wasn't close enough to hear anything but she caught her breath momentarily, keeping an eye on the situation. She saw a girl approach the group, stepping in for the first year from the looks of it, with a sword in hand she obviously has experience. Looking at the scene that sword might cause some problems, seeing as that it was five third years against the two, they won't hold back, which would cause the other girl to step in, resulting in a possible serious injury. Her thought process made her come to the conclusion of interrupting. Anna ran over to the commotion, wearing the school workout uniform, containing of baggy sweats and long sleeve shirt, meant to trap heat and make the muscles expand while burning fat. Though there was a small detail on her uniform compared to others, a patch, sowed into each of her different uniforms at the left shoulder, an emblem representing her enrollment in the Special Forces Program, it bore the same weight as one would say an elite unit badge. Approaching the group she slowed down to steady jog and stopped on the other side of the boy, showing no fatigue and making her small but mighty presence noticed.
"I suggest we all walk out of this before the authorities come, and you and I both know who's side of the story they're gonna believe, third years or not."
Being of older age and higher school progression doesn't always mean superiority, an S.F.P. student does not go unnoticed. She held on to her bearings hoping her intervention would be enough to stop any further commotion, she would hate to see the sharp blade that belonged to the other girl make its appearance.
