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You know, after his lectures about Aeolia, I suspect he might have lowered our scores, the fairer sex. Just think about it, they have a matriarchy there, women have ten husbands and another hundred male servants.

It's just unclear why our Varya got a perfect score...

/It's simple, Varya wrote in the test, "please don't lower my score," and Titus's instinct to submit to women kicked in./

—We want one kind of person, but all sorts of barbarians and lunatics show up. There are so many countries on the mainland, but there are only a couple of decent ones. Imagine some crazy mage or a mad scientist, or someone with blue hair, showing up on our doorstep... What will we do then? — Shera sighed. —It's good that I decided to move in with Chloe.

—Yes, friend, you're reading my mind. 😞 —Nira nodded in agreement. —But I'll still hope for the best; we definitely don't need any more crazy mages, thank you very much. And you made the right decision to move, but I'm worried about our Cass, what if some demonic gangster starts hanging around her... 😨 She can certainly stand up for herself, but I still need to stop by next week and ask her how things are going.

Does anyone want to take a walk in the center?

Leaning her back against the wall, Futaba exhaled several rings of bluish smoke and glanced lazily over her shoulder. Down there, a dramatic scene was unfolding, filled with cries, tears, and sobs, marking the expulsion of the annoying wasp named Stella Horst from the dormitory. This event in itself caused some disturbance, as Futaba had no intention of memorizing the names of the extras who filled the already cramped corridors of life with their useless bodies, but now it was involuntarily etched in her mind, thanks to the endless gossip coming from every corner. From this floor, through the thick and dusty glass, indistinct figures flitted back and forth, hugging, making convulsive gestures with their limbs, and generally behaving like they were on a theater stage, acting out the entire spectrum of emotions without ever quite deciding to let one of them go for good, beyond the gates. From a side room, a janitor ran out, waving a broom and gesticulating just as frantically, pointing his finger around the unfolding scene and making a characteristic gesture with his hand, as if shooing away a stray cat. From this vantage point in the gallery, it wasn't clear what he was getting at; perhaps he didn't like the students stirring up road dust with their endless dancing, which, in fact, he should have been sweeping up. In response, one of them recoiled in fright, another put her hands on her hips and began to answer him angrily, and a third awkwardly swung a makeup bag at him. This scene lasted for about a minute, when another well-wisher jumped out from around the corner and intervened in the scuffle in an attempt to break it up, but ended up getting hit with the makeup bag and a broom handle – which made Futaba burst out laughing, something that had been happening extremely rarely in recent years, because it looked so comical and absurd. What happened after that was left out of the picture, because the action soon moved beyond the area visible from the school toilet window. Even if Bella hadn't been expelled right now for her stupidity and weakness, her future life within the walls of this school probably wouldn't have been worth it. After that embarrassing childish outburst in gym class, which the entire class laughed at, her social standing in the eyes of primate society had fallen so low that she would never be able to restore it; in this regard, it was impossible to feel any sympathy for her, even though she was "one of them," as she had said on her first day. The performance that could be observed from the window five minutes ago was not a sign of deep friendly affection from her fellow students, but merely a projection of their insecurity and uncertainty about the future, stemming from the fact that the thing, event, or environment to which they dedicate themselves – in this case, the school – has lost one of its cogs, which, even if it doesn't directly affect them, partially undermines the value and authority of that very thing, in their own eyes. In the end, a poorly done test was just another nail in an already sealed coffin. By the way, Futaba thought, taking a cigarette in her teeth and simultaneously inhaling, she pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of her skirt pocket – her own work. She hadn't bothered to check her grades in the last few years, but they had given them back, signed. A three-plus or a four-minus? Who knows. She would have rated herself a solid four, but perhaps the sharp remarks she made about her hometown to the teacher played a negative role. Despite the calls to express her personal, unbiased assessment, the complex provincial nobody apparently didn't like seeing a sharply negative opinion from a privileged resident of a successful and sovereign country. Perhaps someone close to him died there. Or maybe he believes that only he, as a resident, has the exclusive right to judge his failed state. Well, what can you say – bad luck, you can only blame yourself for being born in such a dump. If she's lucky, she won't have any additional courses. Or maybe this is one of those "trials of war" that her grandfather kept talking about? Sometimes life is just unfair. Who knows, maybe it is. For example, Futaba received an "automatic" grade in physical education without even lifting a finger – easy come, easy go. From conversations in the hallways and the bouncy gait of the Barbarian, it became clear that her neighbor had received the maximum score for the essay. She didn't seem stupid and spent a lot of time studying, but a hundred out of a hundred? It inevitably raises the question – is there some kind of… how was it called?… Dunning-Kruger effect at play here? Never mind. A separate amusement was watching the face of Nirianna Melvans – who knows what grade she got, but the level of self-satisfaction had slightly decreased since the beginning of the semester, although an unobservant person might not have noticed it. And the Barbarian's strange affection for the painting in their room looked like she was being hit in the face with a dusty, moldy bag – there you have it, "number one." I wonder (not really), what grade did the class monitor get? He showed himself surprisingly well in physical education, which is funny, because all he did physically was walk back and forth about fifty meters the entire time. Exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, Futaba burned the word "Eolia" on her paper, leaving only a hole. Thinking, she also destroyed "Sakuramor". But even that wasn't enough – in the final smoldering of the cigarette butt, she burned "Lafrenia". This action seemed funny and symbolic to her when it first came to her, but in its execution, she felt neither satisfaction nor any other feeling. Crumpling the paper, she threw it into the hole in the floor, followed by the cigarette butt, so that under the action of the septic tank contents, it would soon dissolve into the smallest, invisible particles of Mana, and return to the great cycle of divine matter. Leaving the toilet, Futaba went to rattle the doors of the gym and the greenhouse.

—Yes, you're right, friend, you're reading my mind. 😞 —Nira nodded in agreement. —But I'll still hope for the best; we definitely don't need any more crazy mages, thank you very much. And moving was the right decision, but I'm still worried about our Cass, what if some demonic gang member latches onto her... 😨 She can certainly stand up for herself, but I'll still need to stop by next week and ask her how things are going.

— In any case, we won't have to go far, hehe 😹.

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The door to the sports complex, as before, didn't budge and remained closed, but this time, Futabu Vallota Siege was nearby.
— Are you eager to start exercising? — Approaching and smiling, she patted the girl (who was taller than herself) on the head. — Just wait a little for the official opening, and then you can have all the fun you want.

Varya, as was sometimes her habit, decides to take a walk to Alma during her free time before lectures. This time, however, she goes further than the trading district and reaches Plantago.
Rev, do you and the others go there before or after lectures?

I would go that way, but okay.

***
—"Bless" technologies, huh? 😕 —On one of the free days of the first week, Nira thoughtfully studied the updated city map in her room. —Bell, dear, is this just a coincidence, or...? —she asked her neighbor with curiosity.

The end of the first quarter turned out to be quite strange, even contradictory, for Gideon. During the combat training exam, he almost unexpectedly won the tournament organized by Duncan among the students – perhaps the physical training sessions unlocked some unseen speed in him, allowing him to close the distance to his opponents in the blink of an eye. Only in the final did luck turn away, and he ultimately lacked the skills to cope with Elliot. The results of the Lafrenian exam were also somewhat surprising – despite his own low expectations, this time he was not at the bottom of the list, but in the middle, even closer to the top. It's hard to say why this happened, but it's clear that some of his thoughts were correct, at least according to Altino.

The academy grounds were painted in the golden hues of the new Kaoris bloom, which meant the arrival of summer and the beginning of a new quarter – and with it came a new student ranking table, where Gideon found himself in second place, right behind Barbora, who took first. Compared to his initial results, this was undeniable progress, which of course could not but please him. It turns out that their class has gathered the best male and female students according to the current version of the table. Gideon was pleased with his success, although he had some concerns about whether this would attract too much attention to him. I wonder how Varya would handle this? Although, perhaps she just needs to glare down from her height and solve the problem with her appearance alone, although that's not exactly very feminine in this case.

-- Greetings, teacher, greetings, comrades... -- Fortis hesitated for a moment: what can he say about himself? He grew up in a village, plowed the fields, and listened to military tales since childhood. And then there's this Nirianna, is it normal in this country to smile like that for every occasion? Awkward, but he managed not to look away and continued with confidence. -- Fortis Vir, from Selene. In our family, all men studied military science among other things, so I can say that I am continuing the tradition by coming here. Although in a slightly different way. Ahem. Well, there's not much more to say... I'm glad to meet you, and I hope that the time we spend within these walls will be fruitful and successful for us.

"Hmm... Selene? Not bad, I should probably say hello and at the same time introduce myself."
— Welcome to our class, Fortis. — He extends his hand to the newcomer. — I'm Gideon, and I was elected as the class representative. I hope you'll like NAILS, and we'll get along quickly.

The chosen establishment was a shop owned by the Plantago family, hereditary pharmacists who had been making and selling medicines and health products for a long time in the city's history. Today, the role of the saleswoman was assigned to the owner's daughter, Villa Plantago.

First Aid Kit
Occupies a quick slot.
100 reek.

Medical Bag
Fits in a quick slot, allows you to store up to five units of the same type of medicine in one slot.
200 reek.

Healing Potion
Restores 50% health, removes bleeding.
50 reek.

Ice Pack
Removes burn.
10 reek.

Antitoxin
Removes poison.
15 reek.

Peppermint Tincture
Removes paralysis.
25 reek.

Bandage
Removes injury.
20 reek.

Warming Ointment
Removes immobilization.
15 reek.

Noxia
Helps you sleep better. +1 to grades on written exams.
60 reek.

Fortitude
Critical hit against self -10%, defense +20 for one battle.
200 reek.

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Rave, do the star bonuses apply before or after lectures?

In order to optimize the smooth flow of the game simultaneously.

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I would go with that, but okay

***
—"Bless" technologies, huh? 😕 —on one of the free time slots of the first week, Nira thoughtfully studied the updated city map in her room. —Bell, dear, is this just a coincidence, or...? —she asked her neighbor with curiosity.

— Didn't I tell you? — Bella pondered. — This is my parents' company, or rather, one of its branches.

- And how long do I have to wait?

— Didn't I tell you? — Bella pondered. — This is my parents' company, or rather, one of its branches.

—You mentioned the company, but not that you have a branch here. That's so cool! 😍 Maybe, when you have some time, you could give me a little tour, hee-hee? 😇

- So, Toad, are you going to the meeting? - Vale asked his neighbor, lying on the bed and examining his stone.

- How long do we have to wait?

— We'll open this week.

—You were talking about the company, but not that you have a branch here. That's so cool! 😍 Maybe, when you have time, you can give me a small tour, hi-hi? 😇

— To be honest, I've only been here briefly. My parents say that I should achieve everything myself, so they don't even send me money, let alone welcome me as a customer in a store...

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- So, Toad, are you going to the meeting? - Vale asked his neighbor, lying on the bed and looking at his stone.

— Well, why not? I'll go.

Noxia
Helps you sleep better. +1 to grades on written exams.
60 reek.

"Oh, this Futabe is exactly what I need. Hmm, and I actually need it too..."
-- Excuse me, you have a very interesting store... How long does this product last? Is there any science behind it, or do you just take it and use it?

— To be honest, I was just passing through. My parents say I should achieve everything on my own, so they don't even send me money, let alone treat me like a valued customer in a store...

—Really? I don't know if that's right, to be honest... 😟 Well, let's go shopping, and we can take a walk around the center. By the way, are you going to the park to see the new heroes?