FOR CONTINUED SURVIVAL.

***Three weeks later..

***The Upper sector of the Outskirts of 'Eclipse of the Ocean',..

***Chingford's Academy..

 These week passes on a blur for Navi who has gotten registered and approved as an official discipline of Chingford's Academy within a Tier 2 admission segment for beginners who aspires to sense mana.

 The first week of Navi's schedule has been the settling-down part of things. As promised, he has been given a quarter to board in.

He gets three sets of official martial disciples robes though unlike the short information the old man had lazily gave him, Navi later finds out that he would have to be in training for atleast three months before being allowed to choose his free weapon.

 This rule is put in place so that disciples would try a long range of the weapons available to them before eventually choosing one that they are most compatible with instead of just rushing the process.

 Navi is perfectly fine with this process but he already has a set of weapons he plans to master: His mother's last gift to him which is a set of twin daggers.

Navi understands the need for versatility so for now, anything other weapon he plans to master would have to come through as support.

 Currently, Navi can be seen is in his martial Dormitory's quarter which he's currently shares with three other male disciples.

 The dorm-room is small in size for the number of occupants. The room is 15ft-by-15ft and its design isn't anything outstanding as it consists of two double bunker beds as well as four tall cabinets each at a corner of the square room.

 Two students would of course take one of the double-bunk beds and each student has access to a private cabinet with a lock.

Navi has been groomed in a much more convenient housing though apart for the lack of a private bathroom, he currently finds no discomfort in his current stay.

 Settling in, it isn't much of a surprise that Navi is the youngest in the room with his oldest roommate over fourteen years older than him!.

Settling in, due to his young age his room-mate showed a little cringe at Navi but now, none of them has any time to develop feelings of friendship nor enmity,.. the are just room-mates.

Nothing more or less.

 As an unspoken rule Navi gets introduced in his first visit, he leaens that when it comes to sharing quarters, the last to arrive doesn't to pick beds!.

He gets the worst bed in the bunch: the bed at left side top bunk. This bed greets the sunlight coming from the room's single window over an hour earlier than the rest.

 To others.. especially training martial disciples whose sleeping periods are the only mild pain-relieve provided for the physical stress they have to endure,.. torture cannot be able to fully explain how they would feel about getting a bunker that literally forcefully wakes them up one hour earlier than the rest!.

 Navi finds it a bit of a discomfort but not torture afterall, he doesn't really sleep these days due to fear of hallucination.

Martial training without true rest is seriously taking a toll on his body but for now, its still within bearable limits.

 This morning like any other day, the sunlight warms up Navi's face and manages to stimulate his closed eyes. Giving out a breath, Navi slowly opens his reddened eyes and looks at the wooden celling.

 With a small sigh, he pushes himself up and rubs his face. There's no way he can go back to his half-asleep half-awake state now so he does not even bother to try.

 Strecthing a bit, Navi silently uses the bunk ladder down to the ground to avoid disturbing his sleeping room-mates.

After this, Navi takes his towel from his cabinet and then fills a small bag up with the rest of what he needs for the morning before using , the door to excuse himself out of the room.

 In the hallways, rows of simple wooden door and dim lantern lights captures Navi's vision. Without paying much attention to anything, Navi walks calmly to the end of the hallways where he finds a familiar set of stairs that runs both upwards and downwards.

 Taking the downwards stairs, Navi has to go through six small flights of stairs before finally reaching the ground floor.

He navigates his way through a right turn then into a door as he finally finds himself in a massive public bathroom that's obviously designed to be used by tens of people at the same time.

 Multiple water sprays, multiple mirrors and multiple sinks. There were currently only four males in the bathroom and they are all washing their n*ked bodies without any care in the world about the appearance of a new comer.

 Navi also doesn't show much reaction to them as he just walks up to a empty slot and strips down to his birthday suit.

The only good parts about waking up early is the feeling of privacy it brings. Imagining the bathroom being crowded but males of all races in their birthday suits sends light shivers down Navi's young spine.

 Shaking his head, Navi turns on his water spray which consists of a slim bamboo-like stick attached to a flexible pipe. The chill of cold water over his skin always give him some clarity.

 Navi has developed the habit of checking himself out every morning and so he looks into the misty mirror that tells the truth about his terrible status.

 His dark circles have gotten another shade deeper, his eyes has a bit of redness stuck in their whites and his skin have gotten even paler over the weeks.

 Navi can almost literally feel it in his bones that his physicals are getting worse with each day more that passes without him getting proper sleep.

 *Sigh*, A silent sigh escapes Navi's lips. He doesn't care much about it but his mother's soul would definitely not be happy with seeing him like this.

Something has to change!. Though maybe later.

For now, Navi lathers his body and gives himself a scrub then a rainse-down

 A few minutes later, Navi walks out of the bath-room while feeling completely refreshed as he's clothed in a neat set of official disciple robes.

 The bag he've brought with him now packs in it all he has used in the bathroom as Navi exits the full building with a whole new destination in his mind,..

 The cafeteria.

 As expected, the academy's cafeteria is already open with a few scattered students already diving into their meals.

The Academy are kind enough to offer a meal to all disciples twice a day.. in the mornings and nights.

 If a disciple want anything more than what the Academy chooses to offer then they would have to buy it. Navi walks up to the serving chefs and pulls out a tray.

Staying in line for a minute, Navi gets his turn at the serving table as he moves from one server to another with his tray slowly getting filled up.

 Getting to the last server, Navi scans his identity slip with a small hum and then he carries on to a corner to eat at an empty set of wooden chairs and tables.

Most disciples in the Academy would definitely argue that the food in here tastes like meaty mud and Navi would well,.. say the same thing.

 Whoever is cooking the meals definitely cannot attempt at giving a f*ck its taste and only puts in water soaked meat and traces of anything else needed for continued survival of the students.

 Well its a good thing that Navi mostly eats only for survival. Settling bdown, Navi picks up his chop-sticks and dives into his meal without complains.

 Navi has always been a fast yet silent eater as he clears his tray in less that five minutes. After eating, he wipes his face with a napkin and carries his tray to a different section of the cafeteria where he washes it clean and dumps it with the other tray piles then exits the cafeteria for good.

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