Waking up, Arthur quickly got out of bed and completed his mourning routine.
Quickly leaving his room, for the cafeteria.
As he entered some eyes turned to him and some people even waved at him, but as usual he ignored them.
Grabbing his tray of food, he went to his table, that he somehow managed to keep to himself, quickly eating, and downing some juice after, he put his tray away, and left.
Walking through the acedamy's white halls, he quickly approached a classroom, wilderness survival.
As he entered he was met by awakened Julius, or as he preffered to be called, teacher Julius.
He was a lively middle aged man with messy grey hair, dark eyes, and a pair of bushy eyebrows that seemed to move on their own, he was dressed in a robe, that seemed like a memory.
As Arthur and teacher Julius exchange greetings, Arthur sat down, at his table and started taking notes, as the teacher started almost forcing the information in his brain at almost beyond human speeds.
And just like that four have passed, with only a few break in between.
After eating lunch, Arthur approached the combat class. Silently entering, he was met by a lot more people than in the wilderness survival classroom.
He walked further into the class and was met by awakened Rock, the same one that gave the speaches to new sleepers.
He was a tall man, with wide shoulders, and an athletic build, he was wearing a dark blue uniform.
As Arthur was set to help some other students, after teacher Rock realized he couldn't teach him much, other than to help him gain experience.
After a few hours, the other students left, and Arthur's spar with Rock began, he expectedly got trashed in hand to hand, although with weapons it was a much more equal.
As Rock and Arthur grabbed sparring swords, and settled into their preffered combat stances, both of them stood still waiting for the other to make a move. From prior experience, Arthur knew that Rock wouldn't move, lunging forward like a snake, he thrusted his blade forward at Rock's shoulder, whitch was blocked easily, leaning backwards, Arthur put his blade infront of himself before the counter attack even came, Rock drew back his blade, whitch was mere centimeters away from Arthur's own blade, and took a step backwards, they both stood still once again.
And so the days repeated, a cycle once again.