A week passed, and nothing happened except for everyone being assigned to their squads. John was outside with the rest of his squad as a B rank. They were sparring. John's sword clashed and made a metallic clink sound, against another's sword.
John drew back his sword and charged at his opponent as he sidestepped his blade and put his sword to his neck. John tried to move but his sparring partner spoke, "The sword is to your neck, you're out." John started to walk away and sat down on the dirt ground.
A short guy with blonde hair and freckles with a coat on his back that said the letter 'S' spoke, "That is all for the day. Rest up." John stood up and looked at the S-rank as he started to leave however the S-rank grabbed his shoulder. "John, there is a mission, I want you and Sultan to take. I'll brief you tomorrow."
John reluctantly had to accept as he spoke, "Sultan? That horny bastard?" The S-rank officer laughed before becoming dead serious, "I don't care if you want him to come with or not, like it or not, he's on your level of strength and speed. Now rest up."
"Yes, Nikostratos." John started to leave.