It was nearly 1:00 PM by the time Linhart left Fighter Hall. He was wearing a fresh change of clothes; a comfortable pair of shorts and a light cotton shirt that served as sports wear for Fighter boys. He felt energized, as though he’d just completed a workout.

  He had dropped Ami off at her dorm room on Floor 4. She was sore to the point where she could barely walk, but all the bossiness had gone out of her. She walked gingerly taking small steps, breathing through her teeth, but when she looked back at Linhart a big smile spread across her face. She had been cumming non-stop all morning. Ever since they’d cleaned up and dressed, she had started treating him like a doting older sister would. She even offered him the spare key to Floor 8.

  “This is to show I have only good intentions.” she had said sweetly, “Drop it off with me here when you find your missing key. Girls can’t get into Floor 8 unescorted, so don’t worry about someone using it.”

  They had fucked right through Midday Meal, in as many position as Linhart could conceive. Linhart had also grilled her with questions on the senior girls, their bad attitude towards men, and possible roles in the sex crimes. Now, he could honestly say he didn’t think Ami was involved with raping and draining the Fighter boys.

  “I don’t know who it was, but I saw Taylor just this morning. He’s awake now, and able to talk. I’m sure he’ll be able to tell you who did that to him.”

  Linhart nodded. Since Taylor was still being held at the Pit’s medical facility, Linhart would have a chance to see him and hopefully talk with him during his private lessons with Xenia.

  Just before parting ways, Ami had held his arm and said, “...And please don’t stay overnight on the lower floors, like you did st night. Most girls around here won’t attack you, but you still can’t trust them… except for me.” She had offered a pretty little smile. She looked a lot more natural without her make-up on, and Linhart reflected on how her features were still doll-like in some ways. “If you need a safe pce to stay, come see me, okay?”

  For now, Linhart was happy to be feeling 100% again. All his pain was gone. In fact he would never feel pain again, how great was that? He looked back over his daily course schedule:

  7:00 AM - Anatomy

  9:00 AM - Men’s Studies

  11:00 AM - Hour of Mentoring

  12:00 PM - Midday Meal

  1:00 PM - Basic Armor Wearing and Usage

  3:00 PM - Grappling / Wrestling 101

  5:00 PM - Advanced Battle Tactics - Small Group with Stratega Xenia

  Basic Armor Wearing and Usage was another course he’d taken before. In his previous life he’d trained on how to transport, care for, and assemble the three general types of armor:

  Heavy Armor, Light Armor, Striker Aerial

  There was also Flexigear, which wasn’t covered in this course. It’s the armor for Fighters who didn’t want to wear armor at all. He had always found Light Armor suited his fighting style the best, but he decided to give each one a try again, in case there were any unexpected changes to their usage and powers in this world.

  On his way to the Armory and Testing Grounds, Linhart thought about what his afternoon would entail. Both his 1:00 PM and 3:00PM courses were Fighter only studies, but they were open to both first and second year students alike. Third year students, seniors, took more specialized courses or acted as instructors in the basic first year courses. Linhart knew there would be a lot of people he would meet in the next week or so. His number one priority would be forming a solid group of friends who could support him and watch his back. That was the best way to stay safe on a campus where you were frequently being targeted.

  There were still hundreds of Fighters he hadn’t met, so Linhart was happily surprised when he arrived at the Armory and saw some of his friends were enrolled in the same course. Serapha and Drystan were both in this course with him. Not to mention, Raxar, Cole and Drussus were also waiting by the entrance for the Armory doors to be opened.

  Linhart was in such high spirits. Maybe it was the ck of pain, or maybe it was because he spent the past few hours having sex with Ami, but he was overjoyed to see the lot of them. He invited the boys over and introduced them to Drystan. Drystan immediately took the lead in the conversation, showing what a natural born leader he was. The other boys seemed to admire him, but they looked at Linhart with admiration as well. Linhart was amazed at how different their opinion of him was in this world, from the insulting, dismissive looks these guys would’ve given him in the previous world. He tried not to hold it against them.

  Serapha stood awkwardly on the edge of the group as they chatted. She was the only girl there, and looked like she wasn’t sure if she should stay or leave. Linhart looked over at her slim form in her stylish sportswear and knew he couldn’t let her walk away.

  The standard Fighter sportswear for girls in this world was a pair of white cotton shorts and a blue bikini top. All the girls standing around waiting for css to start were wearing this outfit, but, in Linhart’s opinion, none of them looked as alluring as Serapha in it. The thin blue cloth covered the swell of her breasts so nicely, a blue string ran between her two mounds, causing an enchanting show of cleavage whenever she leaned forward. The shorts tightly hugged her hips, showing off her curves and her well-toned midriff. With her long chestnut hair combed out and her nerdy gsses, she looked like a sexy librarian who had gotten lost at the beach.

  Watching the girls bounce around in their short shorts and bikini tops, Linhart thought it was actually more arousing than if they had been completely naked. There were girls leaning against the armory and others squatting on the path, chatting in small groups. He noticed that, other than the five of them, the rest of the css were all girls. The ratio looked to be less than 10:1 girls to boys.

  His little group of guys were also getting a lot of attention from some of the junior girls who were waiting around. One group of girls had recognized him and were calling him over by name, but he pyed innocent and just waved at them. That was Tonya! How did she know his name in this new world? He hadn't met her until his second year in the previous world.

  Anyway, he had enough girls to worry about for the moment, without adding more to his list, though he did love the way her outfit accentuated her hourgss figure. If he was still pnning a harem of Fighters, how many could he handle at one time anyway? His wiener began to react from his smutty thoughts, and from looking a little too long at Tonya's boobs. Not again! He had been screwing all day, how could he be getting hard?

  He turned to Serapha.

  “Sera,” Linhart pced his hands on her shoulders and pushed her into the circle of boys, “I want you to meet the guys. This is Drussus, Raxar, and Cole. Guys, this is Serapha, my best girl friend since forever and a real boy protector here at Nexus Academy. She’s going to be taking care of me in all my courses.”

  Serapha looked around expectantly, surprised to be the sudden center of the boys’ attention.

  “Oh, did you and Linhart grow up together?” Cole asked.

  “I love your hair, but why don’t you get your eyes fixed?” Drussus judged, “You’d look real cool with a ponytail, I think.”

  “Hey, she’s also my best girl friend since forever, too, right Sera?” ughed Drystan.

  Serapha was beaming. She spoke to them in a cool, confident manner and the boys showered her with attention. At one point, she looked over at Linhart and smiled. Linhart nodded and smiled back. He was beginning to get really attached to this younger nerdy version of her. He was going to make sure she grew to her full potential. Serapha, in the other world, had worked her butt off to be a top Fighter. Now, this girl had to start from the beginning again, and he was here to make sure she made it to the top again... right beside him.

  Soon, their 1:00 PM css started.

  The first Basic Armor and Usage course was unexciting. The professor, a muscur young woman who recently graduated from the Academy herself, seemed nervous and simply presented them with information for the first hour. At the halfway point in css, they received a guided tour of the armory where the Academy’s Force Armor was manufactured and repaired. Many artisans and engineers were busy at work, but they spared a few minutes to greet the students and answer their questions.

  Near the end of the tour, he and the other students were permitted to examine the different types of armor up close, and Linhart noticed some differences in the designs.

  Light Armor was designed with girls in mind it seemed. The chestpte was more rounded and had space to accommodate for breasts, and the hip fittings were suitable for a rounded feminine body. It could be modified for male usage, but that would probably be a special order. Many girls pressed their own chest into the armor, ughing if their boobs were too big or inadequate to fit the standard sizing. Serapha's lovely chest seemed to fit the armor just right.

  The lowlight of the tour, for the boys, was when they arrived at the model of the legendary Heavy Force Armor. All Fighters aspire to wear this most powerful form, the warriors dress in Heavy Force were practically indestructible. However, the models here were all clearly marked with a sign reading ‘not avaible for boys’. Apparently the specialized sizing that boys require is not practical on the more complex armor systems.

  Raxar, the rgest student in the whole course, looked despondent. “I was hoping I could be a Tank wearing Heavy Force Armor into battle," he confided to the guys.

  “Don’t give up hope! I’m sure they’ll have armor that’s right for you, Rax,” replied Cole encouragingly. It seemed to the boys like there weren’t many options avaible to them here at the Armory.

  The st set of Armor did not hold much promise for them either. The Striker Aerial Armor was designed for streamlined movements and allowed the wearer to conduct short bursts of flight. As the name suggested, the armor was designed with the Striker css in mind, but particurly reckless Fighters have been known to don it as well.

  This world’s version of Aerial Armor was a two-piece assembly. A solid metal halter top, to which the jetpack was mounted, and sleek metal jumper boots that extend up to the thigh. Linhart had no idea what kind of coverage the Strikers would have between leg and chest, but that region was not covered by this form of armor. He imagined Striker girls flying into combat with their hips and stomach exposed. He would love to see that.

  The course ended at 2:45 PM and Linhart walked with Serapha and Drystan to their next course, which they also shared. It was Grappling and Wrestling 101 held at the Circled Square. They chatted about the matches that would be held today. Drystan and Linhart agreed to wait a while until they had a rematch. Perhaps after a few months of real training.

  As they approached the Pit, Linhart could detect the needs and emotions of Xenia grow sharper in his mind. She was somewhere nearby. He was going to meet her at the door to the underground fighting facilities in two-hours time. He briefly wondered if she would be watching his css before then too. The prospect of seeing Xenia again, with the wolfish way she watched him, made a shiver run down his spine. This would be the first time he saw her without his FEARLESS skill.

  The Pit was packed with freshmen once again. There were also a dozen or so juniors registered in the course. Grappling / Wrestling 101 is meant to teach the basics, and many second year students re-enrolled to reinforce the correct use of holds and throws or sometimes because they needed another course to fill the slot.

  All together there were about 100 students here, with the majority of them being girls. Linhart was surprised to see some of the junior boys were here as well. The ones who attracted his attention the most, however, were the junior girls. They were more mature, their bodies more developed than the first year students. That and their skimpy sportswear made the group appear more like models for a sports magazine, rather than wrestlers. Wait. He recognized those juniors that were looking his way.

  It was Poppy and her friends.