When Hagan woke up, he was severely disappointed. He had already gotten accustomed to life at the Academy and now that he wasn't there, he felt like he was in a completely different world.
Hagan instinctively went to the bathroom to wash his face after waking up, only water never came running out. He didn't have a nice warm breakfast ready to be served him, he didn't have a set of fresh clothes resting in a closet, and he couldn't take a shower.
With Hagan no longer at the Academy, he let out a sigh full on longing and then went ahead with his daily life. His life in the slums wasn't all that bad, all things considered. He had a house, he was able to get food from either a vendor or the sunthetic food distribution center. The synthetic food had almost no flavor, it may have looked appetizing at times with its color and how closely it resembled real food, but it was all a cruel deception. If anything, it tasted like clay.
The food from the vendors was also made with synthetic ingredients, as most things were nowadays, but they still had real flavor, the vendors were able to make a delicious delicacy out of the most rancid of items. And since it was made using synthetic ingredients, it was healthy… sort of.
Hagan had already been away for three weeks, and in that time his home became very dirty. So he spent the next few hours tidying up and removing all the dust and grime off his belongings.
There wasn't much to do in the slums, if you didn't have a job, you mostly had to resort to theft, begging, or leeching off another person. However, Hagans mom had quite a bit of money saved up before she died, Hagan had already used most of it but had enough to last him these next three weeks if he didn't buy anything unnecessary. He wasn't sure how she'd managed to save up this much money, it was almost enough to buy a house in Unit C, however even is he did decide to buy one, he was too young at the time to buy it.
Now that Hagan was away from the Academy, there were no prying eyes to see his unreasonably high Class weapons and armor, so he decided to test some of them out. There was an underground area beneath the apartment complex he used, it was supposed to be both a shelter and a paring area for anyone who had a vehicle. But now it was abandoned and never used, the perfect spot.
Hagan defended the fire escape to the ground then used the stairs leading below the complex. When he arrived, there was no lights… not the he needed any with his ability to see in the dark. But still, would hav been nice to have some.
And so, he got to work, he summoned the Dragons Fang and noticed that although it was made from a dragons tooth, it wasn't the same color as he'd remembered the dragons teeth being. The blade was a dark gray and had a blue hue at the edge where the blade looked sharp enough to cut the hardest of materials.
'Should probably be careful with this…'