"So you're telling me those outside aren't students from the Academy?"
Emir looked behind him at the window displaying the wasteland.
There, multiple rows of students stood uniformly just in front of a paved road, their clothes no longer gold, blue, and green but simply black as their augmented suits were reset to the default state, naturally equipping a minimalistic overall design.
"Why do you ask?"
His gaze returned to the receptionist at Second Life's counter, a man whose eyes screamed annoyance.
"I'm not blind; no hunter group will be supplying all its men with E10 suits. Especially not people their age. So that only leaves the Academy."
Clap!
Smacking his hands together, Emir smiled and exclaimed:
"Look at you being smart! Now tell me, we've got an UNKNOWN group of young CELESTIALS that want to work under you for FREE. What do you say?"
The receptionist snickered.
