An announcement came three days after the Crimson Fang match.
Bright was in the training yard when a runner arrived—a young private with fresh insignia and nervous energy who posted the official notice on the central board before hurrying away like he'd delivered a live explosive.
The crowd formed immediately.
Soldiers pressed forward, jostling for position, voices rising in a wave of excitement and anxiety that crashed against the morning stillness. Bright watched from the edge of the practice ring, his weighted training blade resting against his shoulder.
He didn't need to read the notice. His spatial foresight, coupled with his absurd perception allowed him to feel the little markings on the paper.
It was an announcement of a nationwide republic academy recruitment. The list stated that they were taken fifteen people from the ages of twenty-three and below away from vester. The selections were to be made through performance and officer recommendation.
