1st POV
Stepping off the gangway I walk toward the other three cadets and join them near the car.
Standing with the other cadets is a soldier, who turns to me when I reach them
"Good... you're right on time. Get on board cadets I am driving you to headquarters, where you will meet the 504th squadron leader, Federica N. Doglio. She will address you of what to expect in the months to come and introduce you to your witch instructor. Now everyone in."
"Sir"
We pile into the car and the soldier drove us out of the port.
- Ten minutes later-
We pull up to the side of a large three story brick building. Numerous soldiers are walking around and I can see several anti-air installations hidden around the building. Walking up to the front door a plaque on the wall reads...
Mediterranean Sea General Headquarters
Passing through the entrance we continue down the hallway, up a flight of stairs, into a room. There I see another two cadets and two officers.
One is around five feet tall, with dark brown hair and light brown eyes. She is wearing the uniform of the Pantaloni Rossi or "Red Pants", an elite corps of Romagna and has the rank of a flying officer.
The other is wearing a similar uniform but has the insignia of the squadron leader.
The four of us join the other two cadets and stand at attention.
The squadron leader turns to us and says.
"Good evening cadets, I am the squadron leader of the 504th Joint Fighter Wing, Federica N. Doglio. Congratulations on making it this far, but make no mistake. For you to remain more will be required from you.
In the past the training of the witch would take multiple years, but with the recent liberation of Gallia, high command has pushed for all forces to strengthen themselves quickly while the Neurois attempt to recover.
The six of you today represent the best in magic level and physical requirement found across the Mediterranean region, while younger than usual, this is an opportunity to increase your magic levels before you reach the peak age range." (Author NOTE: Witches in this universe drop in magic level once they reach their 20s, thus most active witches are between 12-18, this issue will be resolved in a later chapter)
"Instead of training for four years at an academy, you were brought here to learn directly from a veteran witch within the squadron. A member of the Hispania Air Force Expeditionary Unit "Escuadrilla Azul" (Blue Squadron) and an honorary member of the
Elite Corps of Romagna "Pantaloni Rossi" (red pants), this officer will teach you everything you need to know to fight the Neurois.
It is my great honor to introduce your instructor... Flying Officer Angela Salas Larrazabal"
While we listen to the squadron leader, Officer Larrazabal steps forward and scans each of us. Clearing her throat she address us.
"four months cadets, that is how much time I have to turn you all into qualified witches. We represent the spear of humanity, for every Neurois we destroy another life is saved. You will be pushed to the limit, you will think of nothing else, but of becoming a witch. You will learn how to fly with and without the striker unit, how to eliminate Neurois, how to maintain your weapon and striker unit, and finally the basic magic spells that every witch knows.
And if you are still here at the end of the four months... you will be thrown into the greatest conflict in the history of humankind."
"Follow me cadets to your quarters, located outside, and then settle in. Because tomorrow we will begin training"
Stepping in line behind her we leave the room and follow her downstairs, we go through a side door heading to a different building further away from the headquarters.
For know I plan to settle in and rest. I have a feeling I am in for the long haul.