All the candidates picked to go into Pentagon from my Military Academy were all transported to the Pentagon base, somewhere in Mala.

Mala was considered the rich part of Panorama, so naturally I've never been.

They were on a coach for a day, but of course we were supplied with food, water and a bathroom.

It was pretty peaceful despite being nervous about the whole situation. Nobody spoke to eachother as they didn't know what to say, they finally had a day off for once in the whole of the three years at the Academy. Although we all saw eachother pretty much everyday, we had no clue what to say to eachother, so we all either slept or waited patiently until we arrived.

The outside of Pentagon was extraordinary. Of course, there were 5 sectors in the shape of a Pentagon, but I couldn't exactly see that, you'd have to get a birds eye view to see something like that.

The building itself was modern, and had pure colours like white and light blue. All the colours contrasted well together to create a form of glow surrounding the building.

As we got in we were welcomed by a few last year students who explained their life in Pentagon. This went on for 30 minutes and honestly they didn't say anything important, and it felt more like they were reading off a script than anything.

The first few days were very uneventful. Lessons hadn't started yet and I was only given a Timestable, and we were told not to do any form of working out in these few days as the supervisors/teachers wanted us to get to know our Dorm Mates better, although I don't have much to comment on them. They seem like basic guys named Josh and Paul. They both also finished in the 10,000s in their Academies, so honestly, I didn't feel like they'd make much of an impact of my time here.

My timestable wasn't very eventful, as we were told they expect us to do things on our own for a lot of first year. Apparently this was to test how serious people are about this, however to me it just seems like they're lazy.

On Mondays, I have Monster Theory for two hours in the morning and free time for the rest of the day.

Tuesdays is Sparring days but this is for four hours. Although, we were told two of those hours were getting to pick your Main Weapon to use, and I still had no idea what I wanted to pick, or what options were even available.

Wednesdays and Thursdays were the same. Magic Application for an hour at 7am, an hour of monster theory straight after, then following up with mandatory Weapon Training for two hours.

Our timestable were non negotiable, and ontop of this, we had quotas regarding our stats to meet, although they told us that they'd talk to us individually about those, God knows when.

Currently, it was Tuesday morning at 1am. Lessons were starting today so I should sleep.

I awoke at 6am, and got up and instantly chucked on clothes, brushed my teeth and not even bothering with my hair.

"Dude, you're going to be late!". Paul shouted to Neo.

"Yes, yes I know, I still have half an hour I'll be fine". Neo rolled his eyes at Pauls grating voice.

Neo ran out the door and ran to the room he had to be in. Unfortunately, the few days he had off he didn't use to explore where he would be living and learning, instead he was curled up in his room sleeping, and only coming out to eat.

It had been years since I had time to myself, why waste it doing nonsense?

It took him twenty minutes to find his class, although it wasn't in a classroom is was a large gym room. It was quite weird.

I walked into the gym and was met with 31, two being from Teachers I saw earlier, and the other 29 being from students.

"Sorry for being late". Neo apologised and sat down.

I wasn't even late, why are they acting so weird?

"Okay! Everyone shut up, we're starting class". A masculine man inspected the class with his eyes.

"All of you are in this class based on your Military Academy results, all of you should've been around 250 - 500. Of course, there is an exception, but I won't bring it up. Pentagon has high hopes for you students in particular, I wish you well". The man winked at Neo.

I was so confused. I recognise his voice, but I've never seen this mans face before.

"I'm Mr Smith, and my colleague here is Sam. Don't call her Miss". The man laughed whilst introducing the woman.

"Anyways! With formalities out of the way let's get straight into it. Sam bring out the weapons please".

Sam muttered something under her breath and the weapons suddenly appeared. Everyoen clapped, including me. You can't blame me! It was cool!

"Sam here has everyones Stat Window memerised, so if your stats and modification don't go with your weapon, we'll pick one for you". Although this may seem harsh, it actually made a lot of sense. This would help students abundently if they couldn't decide or just had no idea what to pick.

There were so many different weapons, both medieval style and futuristic.

Many people decided to stick with the sword as that's what they know, however the 10 people who picked the sword, were told to switch to something different. I was the last to pick and I inspected everyones decisions.

There were only 3 people who had long range weapons, and 4 who picked mid ranged. Everyone else picked melee.

I obviously needed a range weapon but I'm not sure what, should I just ask? This man seems to know me.

"Um, hi. I don't know what to pick, can you help?". I walked up to Mr Smith and see if he could help me decide.

"Oh hello again! I can, but I think Sam can help you with that. She was in the same situation as you!".

I flinched as he said again. I didn't question and walked to the woman.

"Sam. Mr Smith said I should talk to you about my weapon". I asked politely.

"Ah, Neo. You should know what type of weapon to use right?". Sam asked as if it was obvious.

"Yes. Either mid ranged like a pistol, or a crossbow. Although there is an option of long range like a bow". Neo was deep in thought.

"Correct! However, you're forgetting another type". Sam clapped as she was speaking.

"What would that be?". Neo was confused, what does that even mean? She better not put me in melee again. Never again.

"You probably haven't been told this but there are different roles so Dungeons become easier, they consist of: Tank, Damage Dealer, Support, and finally, Specialist! Of course, Damage Dealers can be either Range or Melee, likewise with Support, however it's pretty much a requirement for their Modification to do something with others, like a shield or healing wounds". Sam nodded to herself at her thorough explanation.

"So, which one do I fall under?". Neo thought that explanation was pretty redundant.

"Probably Specialist! Congratulations!". Sam clapped. Again.

I had no idea what this meant, but I guess it's good?