The voice of the officer echoed out into the field.
Several cadets, officers, and parents paid close attention to the events list and took notes, especially the first-year cadets; they in particular looked very excited about the whole thing.
"That's that, turning over to our honored head instructor," the officer announced before making his way out of the stage.
"Okay, the first years moving on to the second year should step out," another voice resounded from the front of the crowd.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed like there was a special table in front of the crowd where people of high standing or people of much importance sat.
Immediately after the voice resounded, a few cadets in their crimson red unifor made their way out of the crowd and onto the stage.
The third-year graduation party was not only a day of joy for the cadets; it was also a day of great pain, as not everyone in each year would make it to the next class.
Some would be stuck in the previous class, and in the case of the special-grade cadets, they would fall to the ordinary grade if they didn't do well enough, so most of them were in a state of nervousness.
They stepped forward and stood in several straight lines.
The way it worked for the first years was that the cadets would stay before the instructors of their various grades and await their instructors evaluations.
In this case, the instructor was king, though they still had to grant sufficient evidence against the cadets if they were to be questioned.
But it almost never happened; the first years were much too timid to do that.
And so the assessments for the first year began.
Meanwhile, inside the crowd, a young man in a crimson uniform could be seen engulfing a box of Well Pack donuts in his mouth.
He seemed to be having a good time.
but all of a sudden a voice resounded from his side.
"Would you mind letting me sit down here?" The words sounded polite, but the tone was way off; it sounded more like a command than a request.
"Who the hell, ah?..." The person who was seated beside the cadet with a box of donuts tried to protest, but upon seeing the uniform of the person who had just spoken, he was shaken.
"Yes, yes, of course, take my seat. I can find somewhere else," the person said in a rather frightened voice.
This person who had requested his seat was an instructor at the academy, and he was a first-year student.
Anyone who didn't pass the assessment had to stand up right away, unless he had a death wish.
And so he did just that; he stood up and ran as fast as he could.
"These year one kids are so funny," the instructor suddenly said as he took his seat beside the cadet with a box of donuts.
"I know right?, one of them nearly gave me a concussion a while ago." With a donut in his mouth, the cadet struggled to get all the words out.
The instructor nodded as he peered back onto the stage.
"The second part is about to begin."
"That will be all for the first years; do any of you find faults in the assessments you have received?" the head instructor inquired
But as expected, no one raised their hands in protest.
This was the power of an instructor.
"Now, third years come out," the head officer commanded.
The whole graduation ceremony was done in the name of the third-year students who would soon join the army officially, but in truth, it wasn't really about them; they were no longer students of the academy, so they couldn't be the main event.
The people who would take their place in representing the academy when they were gone took priority, so they would be the main event.
That was the second year; they had to be encouraged, and this sort of importance placed on them would not only help in boosting their morale, it would also let the new batch of cadets understand how powerful the seniors were.
"puuuuu"
Lights began to shine from inside the academy's main building as several men in some sort of battle suits exited the main building.
Even though the academy placed more importance on the second year, it didn't mean that the third year couldn't show off as much as they wanted; they were already out of the control of the academy, so they could do whatever they wanted.
Not surprisingly, the head instructor didn't say a word until the third-year cadets made their way onto the stage.
Meanwhile, a bunch of them could be seen dragging a bunch of robes.
"hm?" Back in the crowd, the cadet with the hand full of donuts couldn't help but frown, as did quite a few others.
Of course they had the right to do so; the third graders had pulled a 6 foot tall lion onto the stage.
"First time seeing a monster?" The instructor asked a question to the cadet.
It was a foolish question in truth; if he knew what that was, he wouldn't be so stunned by its presence, but the instructor didn't care; he simply wanted to feel superior.
"That's a blood mane lion that should be a rank 3 beast at the very least," the instructor explained.
The monsters that ruled the planet were ranked from 1 to 9, with 1 being the weakest and 9 being the strongest and most indomitable types in the world.
To put it into perspective, it took a whole class of peak humans and several enhanced humans to capture this beast and bring it back here. There were more than five more ranks to go, each having more strength than the last.
"No wonder," Wilder mused.
It wasn't that hard to understand why mankind was still down below at this point; their enemies were just too frightening.
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