Admission Process
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After everyone lined up, Instructor Smith gestured the examiner's board to continue while taking her seat at the middle of the board. "So hows your observation of Gen. Comdr. Richard Braveheart's son?" asked by the beautiful lady beside Instructor Smith.
Brunette hair, big bunnies thin waist, overall she had a look that can seduce even the iron clad dummies. While Instructor Smith is also a beautiful lady, she's more of a cold beauty, the type that before you touch her you'll experience first the bone freezing coldness that can even freeze hell.
"Weak, timid, soft hearted, and nerd, what a complete opposite of the late Comdr. Richard right Natasha?". Instructor Smith remarked.
" Oh, come on! you can't blame the child, the late Commander did not want him to become a soldier, back when he was alive. I heard that he even forbid him to touch any battlefield type equipments even wooden stick is included, can you believe that? that's how spoiled he is. That's why it's your responsibility to make iron out of him, Oh~ Great Instructor!~." said flirtatiously by the beautiful lady who's name is Natasha. which makes instructor Smith irritated and only rolled his eyes which makes instructor Natasha giggles..
While the two of them was bantering, the rest of the board which is male can't help but look at them in daze. Which makes the two girls snapped and beared their fangs.
"What are you 'old things' looking at, you want to bite us or something?" growled Natasha.
" No-no not at all!! sorry ma'am!! said the male instructor from the left side while trying to change the subject. " You at the front, what are you gazing at? come faster! don't waste our time you are future military men for God's sake how slow FASTER! FASTER!"
The said examinee was confused but did not prevent him from hurrying because he knows the consequences of being tardy which is failure and he definitely did not want that.
"Letter of admission?" asked the male instructor. "Here" the examinee replied.
"Go to table 2 for interview". The instructor added.
"Thank you Sir!" said the boy while hurrying to the next table. The process keeps on repeating and repeating until Aldrick's turn.
"Letter of admission?" asked the instructor while shocked by how young Aldrick is.
"Her-". Aldrick replied but did not finished because the instructor stopped him "Boy we only accept 9-10 years old here do you have letter of recommendation for the headmaster?"
" No." Aldrick replied.
" Then I'm afraid we can't accept you, return after your age hit 9 okay? Next".The instructor said. Which makes the crowd secretly giggles.
" Wait". Aldrick raised his voice to get the instructors attention.
"What?" The instructor asked impatiently
"But this Letter is a 'Special Case Admission'." Aldrick replied.
" What?" the crowd was shocked because only handful of people can hold this kind of Letter.
" Oh so you won in a Martial arts competition? the instructor asked doubtfully.
" No, but I won first place in historical literature
competition." Aldrick said proudly.
Which makes the crowd burst in laughter..
" Oh great! but you are in the wrong school child, this is the ' School of Valor' not 'School of literature' this is the school for military men understand?. Now if you'll excuse me! The instructor said but was interrupted by Aldrick for the second time that almost make the instructor burst out in anger.
"Wait what if I also win first place in virtual game psychological warfare competition?" Aldrick immediately asked.
" What? then where is the proof?" asked the instructor irritatingly.
" In your hand." Aldrick said while looking at the instructors hand because he still kept the letter.
"Why didn't you say so?" The instructor asked while feeling frustrated inside. " I am an honored instructor in this Institute for this past years and now I'm being toyed by this kid how frustrating".
" Cause, you didn't asked..." Aldrick replied uncertainly.
" Go the next table FASTER!!! YOU NEXT!! FASTER OR I'LL SMASH YOUR *SS." The instructor yell angrily.
"Thank you sir." Aldrick said while running to the table 2 because he know that he pissed the instructor..
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