It was early in the morning, around 7:30 AM. Louis looked around, trying to find where the academy could possibly be. "Oy Craig... I can't even find this place." Craig sighed, "We just went here a few months ago to get signed in. How do you not remember?" "Hey, people forget! Not everyone has a perfect memory like you." "Well, you outta remember where the academy is since you'll be arriving every day for a year now." "We don't have weekends off?" "You know what I meant, Louis." Craig walked in front of him and pointed to a large castle.

"It's to the left of that castle. Remember that!" Craig advised. Louis responded, "Ay, wait a minute... ain't that Arowana Castle? I was just reading a pamphlet about it! I dunno how I first missed that!" "Voila, now you know where the academy is!" "Also, Craig, where are the others? Like, Octavio, Ammoses, Casiopea? I thought they was goin' to the academy with us." "They outta be somewhere 'round here. Well, let's head over to the academy already! We can't risk bein' late on the first day!" The two speed walked towards the building, getting odd looks from those around them.

As they finally reached the building, a taxi appeared in front of them. The doors opened, and Octavio, Ammoses, and Casiopea all exited the vehicle. Craig exclaimed, "Hey, Octavio!" Octavio smiled, "Ay, Craig!" Craig asked, "What do you think it's gonna be like? Will it rock or suck?" Octavio thought, "A little bit of both. Thankfully of course, we'll only be here for a year!" Casiopea pointed at Louis' back pack, "Why's there a blanket sticking out ya backpack?" Louis replied, "Cause we're gonna stay here for a full year. The blankets provided usually stink, so I'm bringin' my comfiest blanket."

Ammoses cleaned the lenses on his glasses, "Uhh... we're not sleeping here. The only people who live in the academy are a portion of the staff." Louis was flabbergasted to hear the news, yelling, "So I spent 30 minutes stuffing this thick ass blanket into my backpack- for nothing!? What a sick joke!" Craig and Octavio collectively sighed, before Craig said, "We outta make our way inside, now." The other four agreed, and the group made their way inside the academy. They all walked inside an auditorium within the main building, and sat down in a middle row.

The crowd within the auditorium was pretty diverse, having both inklings and octarians (as well as a few other species), and ages ranging from people as young as eighteen to people as old as forty. As everyone settled down in their seats, an old inkling walked onto the podium. He had a giant white beard, a pair of square glasses, and a large head-to-body ratio. He grabbed the microphone, and for a few seconds, he stood silent, before yelling, "WELCOMEEEE TO THE AROWANA MILITARY ACADEMY! FROM HERE ON OUT, YOUR LIFE WILL CHANGEE! THIS IS WHERE LITTLE BITCHESS TURN INTO WARRIORS!"

The old man began to cough for a while, before going back to talking, "My name is Neil Hendrix, but you will NOT refer to me by my first name! The only thing I wish to hear out your filthy fuckin' mouths is MR. HENDRIX! You piss babies will obey your teachers, or get your ass BEAT! You little wieners will fucking LEARNNNN! You'll transition from being grafunkles to INDESTRUCTIBLE FORCES OF NATUREEEE! THAT IS ALL I WISH TO SAY, I'M FUCKIN' OUT!" He released his iron grip on the microphone and calmly walked off the podium.

Ammoses said, "Was- was that it? Is that really all he had to say?" Craig looked around, "People are starting to get up from their seats... I'm guessing that was all. Octavio scoffed, "And here I thought I was about to be given a motivational speech to introduce me to the year..." Louis shrugged, "I prefer this. Didn't wanna get bored to death anyway." Casiopea commented, "I like that man's style." The five all got up, and began to head to their first class which they all had together. Suddenly however, they were stopped by Mr. Hendrix.

"Hey hey fellas, I heard I was supposed to give you all extra treatment. I ain't exactly sure what to do at the moment, but have a carton of grape juice. You can all share it. Alright, Hendrix out!" Mr. Hendrix stretched out his arms and legs and cartwheeled out the way. "What a punchable man." said Octavio, before drinking the grape juice. The five reached their first class, a course on the weaponry used in battle. The group decided to sit down on the second row to the front. As the class settled down, the Professor recognized Ammoses.

"Hey! Are you that weapons designer, Ammoses Shellendorf?" asked the Professor. The man was an octarian, specifically, the kind which had no arms and seemed to be made of a single tentacle. "Yes, I am." replied Ammoses. "That's awesome! It's an honor to have you in my class. I'm really impressed by your bamboozler, such a neat invention!" "Thank you, Professor!" The octarian professor smiled, before going back to the front and introducing himself to his class. "Hello to you all! My name is Professor Chai! Welcome to my class, where we will learn the technology behind our great weapons of war, and how to utilize them properly!"

"I uh- don't exactly have arms, so I will need a volunteer to pass out the syllabus to the class!" Casiopea raised her arm as high as she could, "ME LEMME DO IT ME PLEASE I BEG YA!" Chai said, "Well, if you insist. They're on that table in the left corner." Casiopea ran to the table and messily grabbed the stacks of paper, running around the classroom to pass them out. Ammoses sighed, "I really wish Machine Girl attended. Looks like we must get used to this behavior." Craig looked over at Louis, and told him, "Dude, stop chewing on your scarf! That's gross!" Louis looked over at him, "Nah."

To Be Continued