Deebt returned to swimming after making sure the danger was no longer near him.
'What was that? I have a bad feeling.'
Deebt dove deeper and reached the end of the first twenty meters, where the pressure was 8.
The deeper he dove, the more he felt a gradual heaviness and intense pressure on his body.
But that didn't stop him, it was necessary to put himself under pressure and gradually increase it.
This would raise his endurance and increase his strength.
It was also necessary to learn how to move in the water. True, he wasn't training to fight here, but he was doing his best to build his endurance and improve his abilities.
Deebt continued his training, every time he felt he could handle the pressure, he would return to the surface to catch his breath and then descend to a greater depth.
He didn't stop doing this even after the three hour training session ended.
The academy didn't stop the students from training, even if they wanted to train twice a day.
After some time, Deebt finally emerged.
Milly was waiting for him by the pool.
"You're really late, Deebt." Milly said with a frown.
"It was just a workout. Did you wait for me all this time?" Deebt asked as he dried his hair.
"Yes. Change your clothes so we can go eat." Milly said calmly.
"Milly, do you want to know why I raised my sword at the vice principal?" Deebt asked, his face expressionless.
"Yes, if you'd like to. I know there was a reason."
"When he introduced me, he spoke in a way that laid my cards on the table. He wanted to test me with that trick and stir up the students' curiosity, whether I would bow my head or hold it high. But he didn't expect me to raise my sword and turn the tables."
"I felt he was humiliating me that way." added Deebt.
Milly looked at him in astonishment.
Deebt was able to read between the lines, even his question to her about whether she wanted to know why he raised his sword was a consideration on his part.
One way or another, Deebt knew that Milly was worried about him, even if she hadn't shown it before.
"Hahaha, I get it. I told you before that you're particularly eccentric." Milly said with a bright smile on her face.
She was happy that Deebt had told her everything without holding anything back.
She felt closer to him this way.
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Sunset Academy.
Jazz's murderous intent gradually subsided.
He was angry.
No one approached him, but the instructor did.
"Student, what's wrong?" he asked firmly and decisively.
"Nothing, thanks for asking." Jazz's expression quickly changed, and he became calm and smiling again.
"Alright, continue your training."
The instructor didn't ask him any further and continued to direct the students.
Jazz continued his training but didn't approach Brera and Son Mai Si again for the rest of the training session.
Then the two hours of training ended.
The students headed to a different hall next to the current one.
Completely different from the previous one, this one contained combat arenas.
About fifty arenas.
The instructor stood in front of the students and looked at them intently.
"There are exactly 256 students in this group. You are all future leaders, so your ability to fight is essential and important."
"The best way for you to learn is through combat. There are fifty combat arenas here, and you will fight in pairs at first. You can even choose your own partner."
The instructor looked at everyone again, then continued his speech.
"Your two on two battles will continue for five rounds, until eight people remain. After that, the competition will become one on one, all the way to the final."
"Do your best. I'll give you ten minutes to form your teams."
Chaos began to break out among the students. Some teams formed, while others remained confused about who to team up with, and some didn't even care.
Jazz took a few steps forward until he reached a beautiful girl, none other than Brera.
"Brera, team up with me." Jazz said in a calm tone.
Brera was surprised by Jazz's calm demeanor, he now looked like a calm storm in her eyes.
"O... Okay."
Even though Jazz had previously shown a terrifying intent to kill, Brera didn't refuse, he had been kind to her.
And now her impression of him had become ambiguous as well. What kind of person was Jazz?
She needed time to find out.
Jazz and Brera stepped forward, signaling that they had formed a team.
The ten minutes were up.
"All right, good. Every group I call out, go to the battle arena I indicate."
Then he began directing each group and their assignments. Since the total number of participants for the first round meant there should be 64 arenas, but because the number would be higher, only the first fifty would proceed.
No one objected, it wasn't Jazz's turn yet, so he and Brera waited.
They watched the fights in front of them, none of the fighters had weapons, it was just hand-to-hand combat.
Breira watched with interest, the shyness in her eyes vanished as she watched the fierce battles unfolding before her.
None of them spared any effort, all the fighters were performing well.
Perhaps if politics ruled the academy, the situation would be different, but here everyone was equal.
The children of ministers, parliamentarians, famous families, and conquerors, it didn't matter who you were related to.
As long as you were at Sunrise academy, you had to prove yourself solely through your own merits, no influence, no authority, no money, no status, none of that mattered.
Only you mattered, you alone had to be enough to build and prove yourself.
Both academies were like this, indeed, academies all over the world encouraged this.
Everyone believed in this, even if there were minorities who refused to follow it and preferred to submit, like the group Deebt encountered in the bathroom.
The academy even imposed strict penalties on anyone who overstepped its boundaries, whether within the academy or even after the academy period ended.
Over time, this became the norm, and no one dared to act against the academy's laws, even outside its walls.
Prove yourself through your results both within and outside the academy, that alone is enough.
The academy focused on teaching students full responsibility in all its aspects, thus creating conquerors capable of conquering the gates of the horizon.