Agent 3 focus.

Agent 3 rolled out of bed, already wearing the headgear. She crammed a small pillow in it, and just left it on all night, seeking to save time. She saw Callie's warning to not use the showers. She also saw that her class was in 40 minutes. She found and figured out the breakfast tablet quickly, and ate on the way to class, hoping to have extra time to practice. She arrived 20 minutes early.

"Oh, hey squish." A lanky male at the front of the room spoke. "I presume you're the new arrival. Names Dan." He said.

"That's me." Said Agent 3. "Call me 3."

"Was planning to. You wanted to practice extra? Go ahead, just don't hit my coffee..." Dan said.

Agent 3 got out her bomb launcher, and loaded it. She pointed at the wall, and pulled the trigger. Then resulting explosion was very satisfying, and the headgear reduced the sound.

"Looks like you learn fast." Dan said. "But are you ok?"

Agent 3 didn't know he was concerned, until a raging throb of pain came from her arm.

"Gah! The ink was that?" She cursed.

"Yeah. A launcher has the highest kick of any weapon. Here, I have alleviating packs." Dan tossed over an ice pack. "Try to slot the back of the launcher between your arm and side."

"Who shoots that way?" Asked Agent 3.

"Newer students haven't built up the resistance to shoot like a Gunslinger, and most older students don't anyways." Dan said. "As you just found out, that kick smarts. I actually wear special armbands to shoot like that."

"Where do I get them." Asked Agent 3.

"You gotta buy them with credits. And I don't think Axel told you where to find a job. Look for a crazy chick in the halls, covered in fire. She can tell you where to find a good job." Dan said. "Now, class is gonna start soon, so please have a seat."

"Alright." Said Agent 3, sitting down.

The other students came in and sat down.

"Alright class. Today, we are gonna learn how to hit things without getting hit back." Said Dan. "Get out your launchers, and follow me outside."

Everyone left the classroom. As they went through the door, locaters were attached to their belts.

Agent 3 looked at the terrain in awe. They were standing at the base of a small hill surrounded by towering trees that glittered like gemstones. A few walls and targets were set up on the hill.

"Ok class. Try to hit those targets. Bit be careful, they can attack back." Said Dan. He hit a button and each target extended a marker, a small weapon that literally just shoots sauce.

The class practiced for a short while. Taking Dan's advice, Agent 3 was a natural.

"Looking good 3!" Said Dan. "C'mon guys, the goal is not getting hit..." Half the kids were trying to get as much sauce on them as they could.

"How does Axel put up with this..." Dan groaned.

???: Oh ho ho! Looks like the fourteener scrubs let out the kiddies. Be a shame if...

Bandits were looking at the kids with dark grins and loaded shotguns.

"Class, new game. Shoot those jerks." Said Dan with a grin twice as scary.

"Shi.... It's bombing class." One bandit cursed.

Agent 3 landed 2 shots before half the other students turned around. Dan revealed a monstrous rocket launcher, and rained torpedos down. The bandits left in a hurry.

"One day. One day they'll learn. But eh." Said Dan. "Class is out. Go inside, there's another lesson this afternoon.

Agent 3 ran up to Dan.

"That weapon is so cool! Where do I get one?" She asked.

"Well, the beginning classes only get those starter weapons. In a more advanced class, you can take almost any energy or militant weapon you want in. But again, you gotta buy em. Or make them, that also works." Said Dan.

"Oh. Ok." Said Agent 3. "I guess I'm gonna find that flaming lady..."

(A/N: Props to whoever guesses who 'the flaming lady' is.)

Agent 3 ran off.

Agent 4 focus.

Agent 4 woke up exhausted. He crawled out of bed, and put on his headgear, remembering to always be armed and armored. He went to check his schedule, and saw Callie's warning. On the schedule itself, he saw sword fighting class was in 2 hours. He checked the clock, and was surprised to be up so early. He found the breakfast tablet, and got himself a little bit of everything. That he recognized, of course.

"Ok. I have time to arrange my room..." He thought while munching on a waffle.

100 minutes later.

Agent 4 left to head to class. When he arrived, he saw a tall, muscular guy with a massive greatsword in each hand. The man spoke after a minute.

"Welcome class. I'm Jacopo, and this is how to swordfight."

Jacopo didn't start off with a lecture, he went right into posture, then weight vectors.

"This feels like a physics class." Agent 4 thought.

"I know it does, Mr. 4. Because sword fighting is very physics-focused." Said Jacopo. "Read your mind."

"Oh..." Agent 4 thought. "Magic is crazy."

"Ok, with the whole standing and talking thing out of the way, let's get some actual swinging practice. First, we are gonna go through the nine angles of traditional striking." Said Jacopo after a bit.

The students spent the next 20 minutes getting those down.

"Ok. Now, practice those swings. I want 20 minutes nonstop. Go as long as you can." Said Jacopo.

Agent 4 was already tired, and many of his classmates appeared to be as well. But he didn't want to disappoint.

"I'm kidding." Said Jacopo. "Someone will faint. 3 minutes is perfectly fine."

A collective sigh of relief was heard.

Agent 4 went through the motions with vigor, doing his best. He got awfully tired, but felt so much stronger from the experience.

When time was up, Jacopo announced "Alright everyone. Class is about out, but there's another one this afternoon. Don't miss it!"

One student, who had come from Axel's class asked "why 2 classes a day. Mr. Axel only has one."

"Well, dear." Jacopo said. "Axel's class is 3 times as long, but he is also too lazy and too busy for 2 classes a day."

"That makes sense." Agent 4 thought.

Everyone left. Agent 4 went to the dojo to practice. He went through everything he had learned, for an hour. Soon after, he got a message from Marie, asking him to come to lunch in Callie's room, and too look for Agent 3 on the way. He left immediately.