The Ger Is A Part Timer [BL]

~ 23 ~

Truly, the bunch of rookies this year are disappointing, the man uniform thought. They're just getting worse and worse by the year.

He pressed his lips in a thin line.

"The name is Lieutenant Ortega Bryce. You will call me Instructor Bryce. Starting today, I will be your commanding officer in charge of your practicals and combat class. To ascertain your ranking, a preliminary exam must be taken by all. Forfeiting means accepting your fate as the lowest ants there are." He narrowed his eyes.

"The prelim exam is a survival task lasting three days and four nights. There will be limited one-time survival kits hidden in different parts of the island near the landing points in the map sent to your terminals. Once you jump, outside communication will be disabled and only team communication will be permitted.

"There will be survival posts that will constantly produce food, water, medicine, and other necessities for every six hours. Each team can occupy them for just as long. To prevent two teams occupying the same post, a force field will be erected around that post after the all members have conquered the post perimeter.

"Points accumulated are divided equally within the team. I advise you all to get better used to working with your team. This won't be the first assignment you'll be working together on.

"For the rules: Killing is not allowed. Fighting is allowed. Stealing is allowed. Strategic plays are allowed. In short, I don't give a damn what you brats do, so long as you follow the rules set, nobody dies, and you don't damage academy property.

"In case of life threats, forfeiting is also allowed, but you will be moved to the bottom of the ranks, regardless of how many points you've accumulated. The sooner you forfeit, the lower your rank. You'll find the emergency dispatch button automatically installed on your terminals upon landing. Likewise, those who damage academy property will have points reduced based on the property destroyed."

Upon the end of his sentence, the wide hangar doors started to spread open, with the wind nearly slicing off one's cheeks.

"From this point onward, the prelim has now begun. Each of you will be marked and given points based on how you act and react. Now jump."

Finished with his statements, Instructor Bryce turned around and left the hall with the trail of soldiers following behind him. Only the students were left in the large hall.

The students hesitated.

Were they going to jump without even a  basic parachute? They should at least be provided a glider, right? Or are the academy clothes so rich that they're equipped with invisible life-protecting armor?

The students looked at the retreating backs of the officers up front. Then, they glanced at the open door, showing the primitive island hundreds of thousands of feet below.

The students, despairing: ....Right. Of course there won't be a parachute. The first test is death after all.

Instructor Bryce, feeling contented and proud with a slightly evil smile: I think you got it all wrong. The theme of each exam and practical is always death. But the rookies will find out about that soon enough.

Before some could even complain about their predicament, a figure already jumped off, even doing a beautiful somersault. It was so fast that the students could barely catch a glimpse of his long black hair fluttering in the wind, and a somehow wild smile.

Was there such a crazy suicidal person among them?!

The surprised students couldn't help but go to the nearest window and watch who it was but it was too late to see.