"Yawn," that was some great sleep I had after... 48 hours of gaming. Let's go get something to eat from the kitchen first. I'm starving and need to refill my energy. " ... hmmm?" I wondered as I approached the door to open it. "What happened to the handle? Did it break?”

"Tak, Tak, Tak," My drowsiness was washed away with a huge bang. "Who is that?" I inquired.

"Cadet 456, it's time for your duel. So, within the next five minutes, get to the stage. " A voice from the other side of the door said. Who the fuck is that? Is Allen playing a joke on me again? Before pushing the door open, I pondered.

"Hey bro, I'm not sure what you're trying to—" The rest of my words became stuck in my throat. "Who the hell are you, man?" I questioned the person in front of me. He was an old guy with a curly pasta moustache and a beard that could be knitted into a sweater.

"Oh, my goodness!! Is it some cosplay eve-" My words became stymied once more. 'Gulp!' I am dreaming, right? I'm sure I am. My body must have taken a toll from two days of continuous gaming, but I never imagined dreams could be this real... It's almost as though I'm here.

"Um... Excuse me, mister, but what exactly is going on in there? "

"What do you mean... wait... did you have alcohol last night? You know, it's against the rules for trainee cadets to drink alcohol, right? It's punishable by amputation of one of your two limbs."

I shut the door behind me right away.

"What in the world is he talking about? Couldn't I have had a peaceful dream? Why is that old man talking about chopping off my limbs like it's some butter cake? "

"Tak! Tak! Tak! Cadet 456, kindly open the door right now! It's time for you to get to the arena. "

"Yeah, yeah, your trainee cadet is getting ready, so instead of shoving the door open like a pervert, why don't you leave this cadet alone?" This oldie is strong. I have to give him that.

"Disrespecting your seniors is punishable by prostrating yourself; you don't want that, do you?"

Is he now setting up his own rules? I could feel a little smirk on his face. "This bitch..." I let go of the door's hook, causing him to fall flat on his back. "Oh no, senior, I never expected you to have an embarrassing side like this. Oh my... " My words caused veins to pop out on his forehead. That's very satisfying.

"Here, take my hand." I extended my hand to him, but he jerked it away and stood up.

"The zeal you're showing here... I hope you come out of the arena alive. You are up against the strongest female cadet in your batch. Aria Beaubier." 

It doesn't really matter. I'll just go along with it until this dream ends.

"Please give me a minute, seni- "

"Aria?!?" He yelled.

"I understood it the first time, so there's no need to shout... Aria!?" Who the fuck is that woman? And what is she doing in my room... "Wait a minute... whose room is this?" Right, I forgot, this is a dream. So, um, the room has also been turned into a fantasy setting, uh? That's great, but why does it appear to be worse than horse shit? Oh, God, I really need to work on my imagination. The quality of this dream is getting too shitty.

While I was thinking to myself, "Bastard, what did you do with my... um... our goddess Aria? Why is she in your room? Answer me! " The oldie grabbed my collar and shook me.

"Goddess? Isn't she simply a cadet in training? How did she suddenly become a goddess? And why are you asking me? Ask your goddess about the cheesy night we had. " I ended by licking my lips. It had to have struck a chord within him. Before letting go of my collar, he raised his hand.

"Umm... I'm not sure how you cadets are related, but wake her up and come to the arena, or you'll be punished by... "

"Got it, senior." "Tak!" I shut the door. I could get a glance of a tear… on the brink of falling. That old man must have a thing for her.

"I didn't look, but... she could pass for a beauty." Well, I've seen prettier women than her.

"Why don't you wake up, Ms. Aria, and make me a cup of coffee? Get up, honey, get up... wakey, wakey. " Did this babe smoke weed or something? Why is she not waking up?

"Wake up, Aria!! Slap! "

"Ugh!?!" I had no idea slaps were more effective than alarms. People definitely need to be beaten to wake up, uh?

"Hey there, sweetheart, did you get a good night's sleep? Or would you want to sleep more? " With a gentle smile on my face, I asked.

"Wake me up in an hour, daddy... hmm." She dozed off again.

This bitch… Should I just kill her?