Welcome to the Military

Carvius looked at the retreating section of Barta as the carriage slowly trottled away. His emotions were sensitive yet that made the moment all the more real to him.

Carvius coughed lightly, as a small cloud of dust reached his nostrils upon the carriage door opening.

"Sleider."

Carvius looked to the left, a peppy red-headed boy looked down in contempt.

"What is your kind doing here?"

Carvius sighed, if two things didn't mix, he and this boy wouldn't even be able to get to the mixing stage.

"The same as yours, and aren't we the same race?"

The red-head boy covered his blunder instantly, presumably to save face for his companions.

"Quiet, Monks have no place in the Military."

"Monk?"

Guffaws and chuckles could be heard from his cohorts.

Carvius looked in confusion as they walked away in victory.

Drip.Drop.Drip.

Carvius hit the right of his brief-case in invisible anger.

"Great, and now it's raining. It doesn't even rain in Barta?"

The weather became sunny somewhat instantly.

"God..."

Carvius sighed as he opened a door before finding a certain room.

Loud noises bustled from even outside the room.

Carvius entered in a burglar-like motion, eager to avoid a certain enemy.

"Wrong temple, Monk."

Carvius sighed as he saw an arrogant red-head looking down from the second row in the seating aisles.

"Maybe if yo-."

"Not in the mood."

Carvius lit his right finger, blinding the red-head also known as Garvatius before his finger touched the right of Garvatius' sleeve. A ripple was sent across his body before the blood at the top of Garvatius' head almost froze over. Causing Garvatius to go into a state of temporary unconsciousness.

The light soon faded and a loud thud ensued.

The military in the room rubbed their eyes before dropping their jaws at the site of a floored Garvatius.

Carvius smiled in satisfaction before finding a lonely seat in the top left.

The lecturer soon stepped in, and began an enthusiastic opening speech.

"I'm well aware most of you have joined for pleasant wages and uncommon benefits but this place is more than just those things. This place is where you become the shield for your land, the shield for your people. The shield for yourself. But one shield can only cover so much room. That's why the higher-ups have ordered an immediate change to our system, now we must include teams. So, we will by forming 3-Man teams consisting of the following..."

3 People sat in a room.

In silence.

And awkwardness.

Garvatius rubbed the back of his head with an ice-pack extra slowly. Rubbing in both his injury and his point.

A boy with long grey hair sat in silence in the top right of the aisle. Ocassionaly tossing a glance at the other two.

Finally Carvius looked away from Garavatius and put his focus on the dusted floor.

The door creaked as a figure came through.

A grizzly beard and ruffled black hair, his name was Capeo. An infamous ranger in the Military.

The three sat in silence and respect for the veteran. who despite missing his arm still fought on the front-lines.

"Morning, You can call me your Leader or Leader Capio."

Ignoring the lack of nodding heads, Capio continued.

"Garvatius,Carvius and Greyder correct?"

The three slowly nodded.

"The three of your aren't here because of your talents,work or efforts. You're here because of your status."

Carvius nodded his head in reluctance. He had noticed a pattern in the teams long ago.

"So because of your status..."

Capio smirked, a small vendetta clearly at work.

"You're gonna need a good test worthy for you as your recruitment application."

"How about... this?"

"No thank y-."

"Did I stutter?"

Carvius interjected once-more.

"But that's impossible."

Capio sneered.

"Not with the statuses I'm reading. Get to the grounds."

Carvius gritted his teeth. He never asked to be better, sure he enjoyed it, sure he understood Capios anger but, this was a suicide mission.

On a small crumpled sheet of paper read.

"One of you is a traitor, find him whilst killing a Spite."

The reason it was impossible was, Spites didn't exist. They had gone extinct 400 years ago, after the Last Bark King rode into the sun-set carrying his lance Lufari.

What kind of sick joke was this?

(Spite=Black Humanoid//Very strong.)