New tomorrow

Year 3022, March 1, 12:00 PM

Silo City, one of the 50 largest cities in the Royal Empire, was home to Silo Academy for Synchro Students, renowned for its GR technology. Every year, the academy was filled with noise and excitement.

Silo Academy resembled a well-organized and bright educational complex. Upon approaching, the main building stood out with its modern design and sleek glass facade bearing the academy's emblem—a sky with the word "Silo" in the center. The entrances were wide, equipped with automatic doors, creating a welcoming and secure atmosphere. The academy was massive, spanning over 30,000 square meters.

Upon entering, a spacious lobby extended with gleaming floors and walls adorned with inspiring portraits of former graduates. On the right side, neatly arranged administrative offices could be seen, while on the left, a visitor reception hall welcomed guests.

Classrooms were distributed across three floors, each featuring semi-transparent glass walls to enhance natural lighting. The seating was comfortable and arranged in neat rows, equipped with modern desks and interactive smart boards.

At the heart of the academy, an open indoor courtyard filled with trees and benches served as a relaxation space.

Overall, the academy's design reflected a spirit of modernity and openness to creativity while providing a comfortable and stimulating learning environment.

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"Students, students! Come and take a look! The Great Path Club, one of the most prestigious clubs in the Soldiers' Division, is recruiting new members!"

"Don't miss this opportunity! Become a future leader, a genius strategist, or, in other words, a member of the Arbitration Club! Hey, student, take a look at this information—this is your first step toward glory!"

"One of the top clubs in the GR Division, the Celestial Eye Club, is recruiting anyone with talent! You loafers, move aside! Come, come, come!"

The entire school courtyard buzzed with energy, resembling a bustling marketplace. The new student recruitment season was undoubtedly a time of fierce competition. Even as a student, in the world of Synchro, you had to prepare by forming your own faction—that was what it meant to be a soldier, and Synchro Academies never forgot that.

All third-year students dressed in their finest clothes and styled their hair to resemble those in the Performance Division. On one hand, they were recruiting new students, and on the other, they were scouting for beautiful third-year female students. What could be more motivating than that?

"Hey, student! I'm the president of the New Tomorrow Club! Our association will be one of the greatest clubs in the future. Joining us is the wisest decision you'll make since entering the academy. This place is made for you—you're the one who stands out from the crowd! Hey, dear new young ladies, don't leave! Listen to your senior first!"

David Garcia did his best to make his smile appear friendly and charming. However, the two beautiful new students dashed away like lightning.

"New Tomorrow Club? Never heard of it… and it looks like it only has two members. Should we really join them?"

"That's right. Let's get out of here quickly. This president looks like a thug with that cloud-like hairstyle. My dad told me to be wary of smooth-talking seniors with dark hearts. He's exactly that!"

Seeing the girls' expressions, as if they were wary of a thief, David felt a deep pain. Odd, standing beside him, laughed and said, "You should give up. People are selling the new student handbook everywhere—it contains detailed introductions to all the different clubs in the school. No one is going to join a startup club made up of ordinary students like us. Besides, if you wanted to attract students, maybe you should've changed your hairstyle first."

"Laugh, just laugh! Anyway, you're the vice president. Can't you show some sense of responsibility? Besides, my hairstyle stays the same no matter how much I try to comb it!" David grumbled, glaring at Odd.

Odd could only smile helplessly. There were only two people in the club—the president, David Garcia, and the vice president, Odd Ferretti. To be precise, their club reported only to the Student Council and had never been officially approved, meaning they weren't even a real club.

"Things will change as soon as we get three more members. At that point, the Student Council will have no choice but to approve us!" David said, a glimmer of hope shining in his blue eyes.

"Hey, hey! Junior, take a look at what your senior has to offer—wait, junior, don't leave!"

Today, despite dressing a little more sharply, David still seemed slightly inappropriate in the eyes of the innocent junior students.

Meanwhile, Odd was handing out flyers to passing students. Since they weren't an official club, they had to find a hidden corner to recruit people in secret. The club needed at least five members, but no one cared about ordinary students like them. That meant their only hope was the new students.

This was David Garcia's dream.

Odd was a third-year student in the Warrior Soldiers Division at Silo Synchro Academy. David was also a third-year student in the Warriors Division—the final year before graduation. Now that they were third-years, they finally had the chance to form a club like the other seniors.

David was a good person. He had always wanted to become a professional Synchro Soldier and join the Royal Lazarus Army. His family was struggling financially, and he had a younger sister to take care of. He wanted to become someone of great importance to support his family. And what better way to achieve that than by joining the noblest and strongest army in the empire?

According to Odd's memories, in his previous world, David had also wanted to become an influential government official for the sake of his family. It seemed his nature hadn't changed.

David created his own club, and Odd joined him. But unfortunately, the two of them were, at best, average students—let alone their humble backgrounds.

If you wanted people to follow you, you had to possess at least one of three things: talent, great Synchro power, or high status. They had none of these.

Of course, dreams were abundant, but reality had no foundation for them. The new students were their only hope.

The two of them shouted at the top of their lungs for a long time, but no one paid them any attention. Their throats were on the verge of bursting into flames. They crouched on the roadside, gulping down water in exhaustion.

"Damn it, the world is full of fools, isn't it? So why won't some idiot just join us? Have people suddenly gotten smarter?" David grumbled.

"I told you, names matter too. What's exciting about 'New Tomorrow'? Let's call it 'Golden Tomorrow' or 'The Day After Tomorrow,'" Odd said nonchalantly. Though he truly wanted to help David, cracking jokes was his way of easing the tension.

"I hate complicated names full of symbolism, and that wasn't funny," David said, annoyed by Odd's heavy-handed humor. "We can't keep going like this. I need to make a big move!"