Trafalgar pushed open the door to his room, every muscle in his body demanding rest. He was ready to collapse face-first onto the bed when something white caught his eye. An envelope lay on the floor, slid halfway under the doorframe.
He bent down, picked it up, and frowned at the wax seal. The crest of Velkaris Academy stared back at him. Breaking it open, he unfolded a single sheet inside.
'So this is my schedule…'
The neat script listed only five subjects, spread from Monday to Thursday. The first immediately made his brow twitch.
Swordsmanship. Taught directly by one of the four directors.
'Great. Another headache from Sword Insight… Still, if I endure it, maybe I can pick up something new. I only have four skills right now, and one's just evasion. My arsenal is pathetic.'
The second: History—a shared class with all students.
The third: System Theory—probably about talents, bloodlines, and skills.
The fourth: Survival Training.
