"And that marks the end of today's lecture." Leslie said as she closed her manual.
Finally. Classes for today were done. I immediately started packing my books when Leslie spoke again.
"Oh, by the way, you all will be assigned to groups of five via email on your smartphones."
Oh. Shit.
Damn it.
I forgot this was supposed to be a thing.
"And this group, you will be put into will be your unit, and you'll perform your mission exercises together."
"This unit once assigned, will your unit till you graduate. Your credit point assignment will be awarded based on your ability to work together, so you better work on your social skills."
Haaa. Seriously. Why do I have to play along with this farce.
I slumped back in my chair, my mind racing. Units weren't just about teamwork—though that was a big part of it.
They were designed to test us, to push us, to see how well we could function under pressure with people we might not necessarily get along with.
And in a war like the one between Fantasia and Terra, where coordination and leadership could mean the difference between life and death, the academy took this very seriously.
The units were also a way for the instructors to identify cadets with promising leadership potential.
They'd be watching us closely, evaluating how we handled conflicts, how we strategized, how we led—or followed.
It was like a test, plain and simple. And for someone like me, who preferred to fly under the radar, it was a nightmare.
I glanced around the room, my eyes landing on a few familiar faces.
Natasha was beside me, her blue hair catching the light as she packed her things with her usual calm efficiency.
Kevin was scribbling something in his notebook, probably already strategizing how to dominate whatever unit he ended up in.
And Alicia… well, she was already out the door.
Great. Just great. Whoever I got stuck with, it was bound to be a disaster.
Either I'd end up with people I couldn't stand, or I'd be the odd one out in a group of overachievers. Either way, it was going to be a headache.
As I shoved the last of my books into my bag, I couldn't help but sigh.
This was just another reminder of how little control I had over my life here. The academy had its rules, its systems, and I was just another cog in the machine.
But if there was one thing I'd learned, it was that I couldn't afford to slack off—not when so much was at stake.
Still, as I headed for the door, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease settling in my chest.
Units meant teamwork. Teamwork meant relying on others. And relying on others? That was something I wasn't sure I was ready for. Not here. Not now.
But then again, it's not like I have a choice.
The email would come, the groups would be assigned, and I'd have to deal with whatever hand I was dealt.
DING
Speak of the devil. My phone rang just now. I put my hand inside my pocket and brought it out.
On the screen I saw I had one new email. Opening the email, I sighed seeing the message.
Why must fate punish me like this. The group I was assigned was exactly with people I most likely was not going to like.
[Cadet Nathaniel Hunt, rank:undetermined, you have been assigned to be part of Class 1B's 3rd unit. The other members of your unit include:
Cadet Marcus Draden,
Cadet Maria Greensworth,
Cadet Lucas Draken,
Cadet River Stone]
Haaa. I was assigned to the unit of my supposed arch nemesis, the protagonist's unit.
And not to mention, River's here as well. Haaa. What a pain.