Year One Post Collapse Of The DPZ (2)

-Roughly One Year after the Collapse of the DPZ-

Shuffle…BANG!

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME GERALT! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU STILL CAN'T ALLOCATE US THE RESOURCES FOR OUR TIER-4 ADVANCEMENT!" Cynrik's furious voice bounced off the walls of the Headmaster's office as he slammed his hands down on the desk, leaving two fist-shaped dents on the hardwood. 

"YOU SAID THAT IF WE WON THAT STUPID COMPETITION, WE WOULD GET THE RESOURCES WE DESPERATELY NEED! AFTER COMING THROUGH WITH OUR END OF THE DEAL, YOU ARE FOR THE 5TH TIME BACKING OUT!" Cynrik howled as Brance jumped up and grabbed his brother in a full nelson to restrain him so he didn't attack Headmaster Rivia. 

"Cynrik, listen to me, this isn't my doing! At first, the other board members were against giving a group of first years such expensive resources, as they don't think much of you, but even now, as second years and Competition champions, they still voted against it."