"Group Ace."

B-block seemed to have a separate strategies class from the rest of the blocks. This block is special from the others, at least. I mean, I could sense no one with a power level comparable to mine on the first war day except for whoever threw that light beam from the sky like a crazed maniac.

That could've killed me if I were any weaker. I could've gotten some insane burns and have been ineligible for war. Maybe that would've been better than getting stuck in this war. I went through the double doors to enter the relatively big classroom. It was a mediocre size in comparison to the gigantic. the classroom had all-white rooms with four windows lined up to the left.

I sat in the very corner seat that had the most light and was also the warmest, as it was right below a vent. But it was raining outside, as usual, so I watched outside to look at the large plain that ended with heavy woods. No one was running the course anymore, so it was calm outside with a gentle rattling sound coming from the roof from the rain and winds.

"Let's get started, class." Mr. Smith was a nice teacher. He wasn't very intense and dressed like he had an office job every day: the classic dress shoes with a checker striped button p and khakis. He had gray hair that was fading into slight eye bags and he was a little heavy-set, but not overweight.

"Hello, class! Today we'll be learning about night combat!" I opened my notebook. It had a drawing on every single page that had writing on it. I need to stop getting distracted in class. I wrote down on the top of the page in a curvy connected type of handwriting. I flipped my pen around between my index and middle finger and put my pen on the paper.

It was dead silent in the classroom, and the only sound was the gentle rattling of rain coming from outside. "Alright, so night combat requires these two things: preparation and people. I mean, of course, it has more components than that, otherwise, I wouldn't even bother teaching it in this class. You see, when an operation has to be run in the night, a flank with a force in the front is always good and stakeouts will always end up winning in a night scenario." He paused, then thought for around three seconds.

"Did you get all of that noted down class? It will be on the test." He had written down several arrows with a square that stood for the enemy base on the board, that he was hinting at that we should write down. So I wrote it down. "A night operation is usually only used for the highly skilled as you have to be able to use hachts and fight at the same time. Which is why you all are being taught this: B-block has the most likely candidates to rule over in the army as leading commanders and, at a very low chance, a new advisor."

Hm, I mean makes sense most of the people here are teenagers or only slightly above their teenage year and I assume are all 17 and above PR, which also makes sense I didn't feel a single presence in B-Block that was weaker than me by anything over three or four which is insanely strong for a teenager almost inhuman.

So what's wrong with the people that made this block? Are they trying to make the people here who are already super-soldiers for their age way stronger?

My reflexes speed and my efficiency of PR have increased more than usual while being surrounded by people who have the same PR and above. Oh, man I let my mind wander for too long again, "You B-block are only to be deployed in main battles and covert missions as you are the hopeful aces of the empire at least that's what you're all supposed to be I mean that's the name of your group it's been dubbed. The Aces."

Huh, it makes a lot of sense actually, why they grouped all of us and why they put us through this type of training. I rested my cheek on my hand and stared outside of the window; it had been a long day, and I was kind of tired. This class was also the class that was the most compelling for me to sleep in, but if I did; I have no idea what the punishment for doing so is because no one has done it yet.

No one is stupid enough to sleep for one class with how intense all the rules here are. You must be one hell of an idiot to be sleeping in a class? Not to mention there is PLENTY of time to rest before class. They give us forty-five-minute breaks in-between each class, but that's only if you don't finish, early which most will, and then take some rest before their next class.

You can tell a lot of people just go to sleep before every class or I should be saying activity because that's what it is. They're less of classes and more like activity's everything except strategy of course. "That's all, but I want all of you to come with me right now."

We crowded into a straight line, and he led us throughout the blocks slowly,

Then he stopped at a big glass window where we saw a large number of students roughly twenty times the amount of people in our block. "You see all of them down there? Those less than average beings are those who you'll be leading giving the orders to and they'll snort up every order and follow it like a pig who is being fed slop by its master not knowing it's just being fed so it's extra fat for the slaughter. YOU have ALL THE power over them. Never forget that to them you are good, you are above them."

Woah, that was intense. Mr. Smith took a deep breath and stared out at the window as the sun was setting and spoke once again "And all of those who don't believe that they're nothing but pawns and below you can LEAVE. RIGHT. NOW. All those not willing to sacrifice however many lives they need for this country. LEAVE." Yet no one left. "Put disgrace upon your families, put disgrace upon your country and no one wants to see you ever again. Go join those idiot raven scum over in Gryza for all I care!"

He's right, although I don't think calling our allies pigs and pawns is an acceptable thing. What am I supposed to do? Correct with him? Mr. Smith is way stronger than me in every way and has more political authority than I do I don't get to have my free opinion in front of him unless I want to run five times around the course in the morning get my bed and blanket taken away and sleep in the mud outside.

"Now go, remember what I've said live by it. You are above them. pawns you are, the knights, the bishops, the kings, and the queens."