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You decide to spend your time catching up on your studies, studies that are inevitably pushed to the side for the sake of the farm.

The schoolhouse building isn't attractive in any sort of way; at some parts of the day it looks even duller than the storage huts that randomly rest about the town. It's made of light-brown, smelly wood. During the summer, the heat causes the wood to smell worse than Leon with no bath for a month. And though it's lengthy, it's only one story. If your memory serves you right, there are about six rooms altogether, each being classrooms.

Thoughts of your school days come racing back to you.

You weren't a fan of authority figures, something your parents could back up as well. When the instructors told you to read, you huffed and left the room. When they said come back, you went to play on the playground. If a kid messed with you, you messed back. Every day was different.

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You make your way into one of the classrooms, smiling at the instructor that sits quietly at their desk, reading something of interest. Instructors rarely leave the school, since it's open at all times, giving anyone a chance to come and improve their intelligence. You look over the decrepit books and even glance over at the shinier ones.

You pick up a book and sit at a nearby desk, flipping through the pages until your eyes stop on a topic you don't know much about. You know a little about politics and the monarchy system, but you don't know much about the ranking system of the nobility.

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