Who is General Vim?

"Simeon, please let me go. It's getting late already. We can talk about this after school" he pleaded.

His most concern right now is not being bullied but being late. Getting detention will create a dent in his yearly result which will reflect on his graduation papers as a bad student. It might also affect his reward for being a hassride university graduate in the future.

"I will, on the condition that you lick my shoes" Simeon pulled his right leg to the front to reveal his black military boots. "Poor things like you should be doing things like this for money and not be among the Elites. Be a good boy and lick my shoes. Who knows if you can make me happy, I might ask my uncle's trash dumper to marry your mum"

Ayaan's countenance changed and was about to punch the hell out of him, even though he knew he would be risking detention, fortunately, his hand which he had balled in a fist accidentally brushed against the wall and pressed an invisible button.

//

SIMEON WILLIAMS, HEAD TO THE DETENTION CLASS FOR BULLYING"

//

An AI voice broke the tension between the two boys.

"You reported me?" Simeon asked in disbelief. He hadn't thought there was anything in the dorm that would alert the school of his bullying and he was sure that Ayaan wouldn't dare report him.

"You should thank your luck that the school gets to punish you before I did and mind you, this isn't over yet." Ayaan declared and went into the door that has his bathroom, wardrobe, and changing room.

Simeon stared at the guy whose vibe had completely changed and his heart stirred. "Did I provoke the wrong person? Nah, he can't do anything, if not he would have done so a long time ago" he reassured himself, not knowing the misfortune called AYAAN that he has just woken up from sleep.

Ayaan might allow the rich kids to bully him, but that is because his mother told him to never fight back against the rich kids. After all, they have the money to do and undo.

However, right here in Hassride, that rule doesn't apply. Simeon has just dug his own grave by talking down on his mother. Ayaan can tolerate anything, but never the insults and abuses rained down on the three most important women in his life; His mother, his sister, and his godmother.

//

SIMEON WILLIAMS, FOR THE LAST TIME, REPORT TO THE DETENTION CLASS!!

//

the AI voice boomed again, but this time, it sounded authoritative.

"Fine, I'm going!" Simeon yelled at the invisible AI.

********

At the cafeteria, Vicky supported Jiya to a seat and said: "Your mouth isn't tired, you can order your food yourself" after saying that, she walked away.

"Nice but nasty," Jiya said. She looked around the cafeteria, but her brother was nowhere in sight.

Then a robot moved to her and asked."What would you like, student?"

"Sir robot, can I also order for someone?" She asked.

"Student, I am not sir robot. No, you can't order for someone," It said.

"Oh, then I will wait," she said.

"Once I leave, no robot will come to take your order," it said. 

"Ah? Why is that so?" She asked.

"Student, I was not created to provide answers to your curiosity. You have five seconds more to place an order," the robot answered.

"Ah?" Jiya quickly started to press the pictures of the Indian food displaced on the screen on the robot's tummy. Luckily she was quick to pick all the dishes she wanted before the screen turned blank.

"Why did it turn blank?" She asked the robot.

"Your time has ended," it said before moving away.

Soon, the dishes she selected arrived but she didn't pick up her spoon to take a bite even though the aroma was tempting her to dive in. Every now and then, she would stare at the entrance to see if her brother would show up.

After about fifteen minutes, she saw her brother running over and sighed in relief.

"What happened? Why are you just coming?" She asked.

"Nothing, I was held up in the bathroom. The water was too good so I slept inside the bathtub." He answered while selecting his dish from the robot that just moved over.

Jiya laughed out loud before covering her mouth with her hands when she saw the dead stares some students were giving her, most especially the senior students that wanted nothing but silence. "You don't mean it, brother."

"More than you can imagine. You should have started eating without me. What if I came late?" Jiya had always been like that. She wouldn't eat until she saw her brother.

"I would have stayed hungry with you," She said.

Meanwhile, on a different table not far away, Vicky had been staring at the siblings even before Ayaan ran over. She saw the worry on Jiya's face and the wide grin that appeared when she saw her brother running over. It reminded her of her sister. She had been trying to reach her since Monday night but couldn't. It's like she was blocked on all media platforms from communicating with her.

She brought out her phone to see if her luck would shine, but nothing happened after she tried all the ways to reach her. Just when she was about to drop her phone, she remembered there was one way she hadn't tried. Tang cooperation website.

Although it was a public website, assistant Feifei always showed her all the reviews sent there. Either good or bad.

She searched for the website and saw different news about the company and what her sister has been up to.

She was about to navigate to the review site when a picture of herself and her sister popped up. She clicked on the pictures and was surprised to see that it was a charity event she didn't attend.

She quickly searched through the pictures and all of them were her.

The smile on the girl's face was the same as hers, but she never smiled in public, she only smiled to her sister.

The little frown on the girl's face was the same as hers, however, she never frowned in public.

The way the girl laughed was the same as hers, but she never laughed in public either.

The only thing she wouldn't do and has never done was to be afraid of camera lights. That was what stabilized her belief that it wasn't her in the picture. She had thought she was going crazy.

She dropped her phone and didn't bother to send the message to the company review site. If her sister could find someone to replace her and hide her here, it must be something serious. But what was it?

******"

After breakfast, they all went back to their classes for the lesson but were told to head to the open field.

"Good day students, welcome to the military class."

The students looked around the…class which was a huge field with different sections.

"Stop looking around. The field is the class for military and war strategies. Oh, you expected your military class to be held in a closed-door?"

Some students nodded since they weren't allowed to talk in class. They had become used to being silent over the few days they had been in this hell hole of a school.

"Talking is allowed here," the instructor said and students breathed a sigh of relief.

"I am Zimatin, your Military and war strategy class captain, a native of Povich. I will be seeing you through your training, only the outstanding students get to meet General Vim to receive pointers from him.

Let me give you a little introduction to who General Vim is, maybe that might motivate you to try your hardest in striving to attend his class for pointers.

Ever since the existence of Povich country, only one family has ever been made to carry the responsibility of giving birth to a child who would inherit the title of the General from their parents.

With the help of the Visham family, the country was founded, and ever since only the Visham family had ever been allowed to be the general of battalions of Armies.

General Vim succeeded his father when he was only five years old and ever since he had never lost a battle. At the age of five, he led tens of thousands of armies to war and returned victorious.

Even though at that age he didn't appear on the war front, he was still able to command tens of thousands of armies from his tent. Isn't that beautiful?" From the fantasizing look on his face, it was obvious Captain Zimatin idolized General Vim.

He cleared his throat and continued. "General Vim has gone to war over twenty times at the age of twenty-five and each time, he returns victorious. His army had expanded to hundreds of thousands three years ago and the numbers kept increasing. Maybe the next statistics that will happen two years from now will be in millions," he snickered.

"Ahem, pardon my matters, I'm just too excited. Now, you might be wondering what country we are fighting right?" The students nodded.