"Beep, student card."
After swiping their cards, a few schoolchildren with backpacks ran onto the bus with a spring in their step, quickly found seats since the bus was not crowded, and huddled together, whispering something.
"Beep, E-grade Combat Training Master card."
"Welcome aboard the No. 11 automated fare collection bus. The next stop is Wa Emperor Memorial Park. Please prepare to disembark if this is your destination."
"The vehicle is starting, please sit tight and hold on."
Hearing the consecutive announcements, the schoolchildren paused briefly and turned their gazes collectively toward the youth who had just boarded.
"Wow, an E-grade Combat Training Master!"
"That's nothing special, just the most common substitute Combat Training Master. My brother is already a D-grade Combat Training Master, and he is ranked within the top 5000 of D-grade."
