It was a great morning. The sun was shining as bright as it could with nary a cloud in sight. The wind breeze was refreshing as it carried a floral scent, unconsciously relaxing people's minds. It was a perfect day for a picnic, were it not for the burly feline beastman talking in front of us with his gruff voice.
"You fuckers understood all that?"
""Yes!"" Everyone answered as a collective.
We were currently having our last briefing for the midterm 'exam' for combat majors. We had to reach the 5th floor of the dungeon for the perfect grade. Considering we didn't even manage to reach the second floor during our first dive, it was a monumental task for some.
We would be spending the next few days inside the dungeon so everyone was equipped with sufficient supplies to last them for a week. Once inside, the academy was washing their hands off of us and we were on our own. It was a concept that's been hammered into us over and over again.