The Choice
Jake walked through the steel door of the Lockheed student mansion with a light smile.
"Jake! What's up, my man?" Brad, the calm-minded blonde athlete from Kaze's microbiology class, said with a warm smile.
"Jake!"
"What's up Scrawn Minor?"
"I'm so glad you're here. I made progress yesterday!"
"Me too. Do you want to see it before practice?"
"Uh, sure. Just give me a minute." Jake replied awkwardly, cringing inwardly.
The future Director of Faction Affairs wasn't accustomed to popularity. Now, he was rushed by a dozen people the second he walked through the door.
After getting everyone set up for practice, he started with an announcement.
"Tomorrow's your last day of exclusive training before you're free to roam the campus." He announced, triggering excited cheers.
"So let's get cultivation down perfectly. Once you have power, learning techniques becomes effortless."
Excitement spread through the room, and people voiced their enthusiasm.