Postknights—a special unit of the Prism Grand Army—are responsible for delivering mail, cargo, and shipments, as well as transporting important items. However, in the history books, Postknights are renowned for a different reason. The Battle of Caldemount was the event that brought them honor. In this battle, Commander Cassius became the savior of the kingdom by defeating the infamous Dark Knight Kreg. This earned him the title of "Legendary Postknight." Since then, many have aspired to claim this prestigious title, but none have come close. Still, countless young people dream of becoming the next Legendary Postknight, and among them are Solis and Almond.
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Next Day
"Oh no! Oh no! I'm late! How did I oversleep?" Solis thought frantically, panic spreading across his face.
Throwing on his clothes in a mad rush, he grabbed his satchel and dashed out of the hotel. The early morning streets blurred as he sprinted past, his mind racing faster than his legs.
As he ran, his stomach growled loudly, a harsh reminder that he had skipped breakfast. He grimaced. No time for that now! I can't be late on the most important day of my life!
With determination overriding his hunger, he reached the gates of the Postknight Academia, panting heavily but relieved to see he still had ten minutes to spare. The sprawling complex before him loomed large, the flag of the Prism Grand Army fluttering proudly at its peak.
At exactly 9:30 AM, a man with sharp green hair and an authoritative air stepped forward. His presence commanded attention.
"Hello, everyone. Thank you for coming here," he began, his tone calm but firm. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Tedric, and I am the head instructor of this academia."
Tedric's gaze swept over the crowd, lingering just long enough to make each candidate feel seen. He continued, "Now, I will announce the results of the medical tests conducted by our professional medical staff. The selected candidates are as follows: Ada, Lina, Almond, Patric, Razille, Vaidya, and Solis."
A wave of murmurs spread through the crowd, excitement mingling with disappointment. Solis froze, disbelief etched across his face.
"I really got selected," he whispered to himself, his voice tinged with awe. His fists clenched tightly as emotion surged within him. "This feels like a dream come true! I should let my father know immediately… No, I should wait. I've only just been selected. I'll give him the news myself once I officially become a Postknight."
Meanwhile, Tedric's voice carried on, calm and encouraging. "For those who weren't selected, there's no need to feel disheartened. There are other units where you can apply. For more details, please contact us in the reception hall. Best of luck to all of you." With that, Tedric offered a polite nod and walked off, his figure disappearing backstage.
Solis barely noticed Tedric's departure as he stood there, heart pounding with excitement. His thoughts were racing: I did it! I've taken the first step!
A hand clapped him on the shoulder, breaking his reverie. Turning, he saw Almond, his childhood friend, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well, look at you, Mr. Dream-Come-True!" Almond teased, his voice lighthearted but proud. "You'd better not slack off now that we're in this together."
Solis smirked, the competitive fire in him ignited. "Me, slack off? Never. You're the one who'll be trying to keep up!"
They exchanged a firm handshake, the bond between them unspoken but clear.
Determined, Solis stepped forward, toward the gates of the Postknight Academia—the place he had always dreamed of reaching.
As he entered the hallowed grounds, his chest swelled with a mix of gratitude and resolve. Thank you, Father, for everything you've done for me. Now watch—I'll prove myself here.
His eyes sparkled with determination as he took his first steps into the Postknight Academia, a place that symbolized the beginning of his journey to greatness.