It was only at that moment that I finally came to a deep, profound realization.
The first graders, and I, were not the one being put through the grinder of experiential learning.
It was everybody else!
I don't know who or when they made that decision, but sometime in the course of that supremely long day, the leaders of the Academy decided that if we were so damn bloody strong, and if I was so damn bloody invincible, why not use us as a sharpening stone?
And so all the kids were sent to destroy us, the Military High Command, the instructors, and at that moment, even the Blood Moon!
It was the only plausible reason as to why they would continue sending all those poor lambs to the slaughter even after knowing that I could wreck Black Kong's peak white mecha with a single punch.
Bruce wanted everybody to have a taste of fighting with surprising enemies that were above their power level.
And that enemy was me.
