This space is huge!

  It was closed off from the outside, and had four distinct fields: Swamp terrain, desert terrain, grass field, and stone ground; while the training grounds provided to the regular students was just a layer of sand above a patch of grass that died decades ago.

  "Assemble!" Clive shouted. His magic echoed throughout the two hundred meter by two hundred meter enclosed training field.

  At once, the Continuing Students ceased their conversation and began to move; all in the same direction.

  The Honor Class operates on a different frequency. Until I learn the rules, I have to mirror the players.

  He had turned with the rest while the new students watched in confusion.

  Taking his spot on a 1.5-foot by 2.5 foot by 1 centimeter pad with a rubber-like texture on the top left, others followed after him.

  I must establish superiority to them, and empathy from them. Is a thought Arthur had at least once an hour when awake.

  "All present," Clive declared when the last person stood on their pad.

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  "I will be reassigning partners; you have no authority, right, influence, or ability to influence this decision."

  "Ranks thirteen through twenty two will pair with the person nine ranks below them."

  "Rank Twelve is paired with Rank Eleven; Rank Ten is paired with Rank Eight; Rank Nine is paired with Rank Five; Rank Seven is paired with Rank Four; Rank Six is paired with Rank Two."

  "Head to the Swamp Arena; four pairs will go at a time."

  What? Who is my partner?

  Am I supposed to do nothing or… do I spar with the Head Instructor?

  "Do you need something?" Clive asked after Arthur appeared in front of him, delaying the spars from commencing.

  Waiting rather than responding will allow me to obtain information without seeming abnormal.

  "Go over there and continue practicing." He says, pointing at the corner in the opposite side of the field, made of stone, and upon further dilation of pupils, craters.

  So I don't have to worry about anyone finding out how weak I am for now, but when it is revealed in the future, it will be more surprising, and my identity will really be put into question.

  The main idea I need to engrave into their minds is that the incident has had a major effect on me, and especially my ability to perform in combat.

  I can do that.

  "I have this. The Physician in the Clinic gave it to me."

  As Clive brought the paper closer to read–no longer focusing on Arthur–the actor held his head down and loosened his muscles to display his fake depression.

  "I see; you are free to go back to your dorm. Rest well."

  He responded with a smile. "See you tomorrow, sir."

  It was the total opposite of his expression just seconds before. Nobody could change that quickly, and everyone looking knew that.

  Even when he was in grief, even when he was ill; he would smile; for us; for me.