1672 Day 1

It was a nightmare!

From waking up early to training doing training she had never encountered, Julia was shocked to realize they, pilots in training, had to go through such rigorous practices.

Under the light rain, they ran their hardest

"5 laps around the field. Student Ashly, keep up with the rest!"

The emotionless voice of their trainers echoed up, making Lydia's blood pump faster.

With her hands on her chest, Julia began regretting she ever chose such a bra for today's matter.

"Ladies! These dark dangerous times! All pilots must be trained in basic hand-to-hand combat and dagger-wielding skills. You must learn to defend not just yourselves but your cargo and passengers in the cases of Hostage takeovers, emergency landings in unknown jungles, and so on."

Yes.

Baymard might be safe, but the world outside was still dangerous.

Even within the UN empires, although the crime rate had gone down a bit, one must know that there were still many factions who believed in the old ways of having whatever they wanted without consequence.

Rape, kidnap, slavery and many other crimes still happened behind closed doors, usually from those in high-standing positions.

Baymard is still small and easier to manage. However, for places like Arcadina which is the landmass size of a few continents in Hertfilia, you best believe it will still take a few years to completely bend everyone to the new ways.

For pilots, anything can happen. It would be foolish for them not to prepare for the worst.

That's why apart from basic training they must get first-aid licenses and a wide variety of understanding about how to solve minor technical difficulties.

Of course, no matter the flight, for the first few years, Baymard will always have at least 1~15 military guards aboard the planes, as well as 1~15 technicians and 1~15 doctors aboard every flight.

Take for example the Jumbo planes with 300~500 seats.

In such planes, Landon would make sure to have 7~15 people from each category also board the planes.

In smaller planes of 100 seats, 15 will be reserved for them, and so on.

So them learning combat training was just so they could protect themselves if an enemy bypassed all the well-trained guards.

They had to think fast and be very resourceful to get out of any emergency.

Julia looked down at her chest in regret.

No wonder they were recommended to mostly bring sports bras that would bind their chests for the occasion.

She did bring some, but sadly, in the rush of today's awakening, that wasn't the first thing she grabbed. However she wasn't the only one regretting it too.

Eleanor who was running beside her, wanted to cry seeing as she was wearing a recognizable brand bra called Kimberly's Secret, named after Queen Mother Kimberly.

It was really a cute one. But now, she feared that after today, her gorgeous bra might stretch out in ways she never expected it to.

Do you think it was just running they did? No.

They did push-ups and frog jumps across a purposefully made shallow muddy lake while listening to the potential dangers they could face out there.

Day 1 already started so brutally, and here they thought they were only in the academy to study and fly planes.

After the whole fiasco, everyone collapsed to the ground breathing heavily like dogs in heat.

F***!

What sort of devil instructors were these? Apparently, they were from the military, here to train them until the semester was over.

Everyone wished to stare hatefully at these evil trainers till holes bore in through their heads but dared not do so.

Hell!

It's only been a short time since they met these instructors, but their bodily instincts told them they would be the ones who lost if they went against them.

Don't think they didn't try.

At the start of the charade, some people, including her, voiced their revolt against going out and running under the light rain with 1 or 2 clothing items missing.

Of course, there were no boys or men in their group.

Once a person enters the academy, they will be able to see the girl's dormitory to the far left corner, which is just a 4-minute drive from the gates.

Likewise, the boy's dormitory was situated in the far right corner too.

The girl's and boy's dormitories were built facing each other, though there was ample space with large open fields, slopes, and roads between them.

At present, there were 5 buildings on each side, some buildings were 2 stories high and others 3 and 4.

The buildings were also wide, already making room for future students.

To have a better room, one must rank up and prove themselves. It's that simple. And at the back of the dormitories were open plans with several man-made features like sandy fields and rocky grounds.

Initially, they didn't know why someone would go through the trouble to make so many contrasting features, but now they did.

Julia felt like beating her former self to death when thinking of the little protest they had earlier.

A majority of people here were missing one or two clothing items.

For her, he forgot her pants, and for others like Eleanor, they forgot their shirts, boots, belts and even bras.

Some also had their nightgowns and PJs on instead.

But sure enough, there were a few smart people who quickly picked out a special military-style outfit that had the same colors as their pilot-in-training attire.

These military outfits were designed for training and were the most suitable get-up for anyone to wear.

In the beginning, they protested against the instructors because they didn't want to go out like this, but the more they protested, the heavier their punishments.

What was even more shocking was that even those who didn't protest were grouped up and joined in their group, with everyone doing additional pushups, frog-leg jumps, and so on.

This was Julia's first true lesson about dealing with her training instructors.

Just because they were women, don't think they would go easy on them.

Heh.

Though their morning trainers were all women, even if Baymardian military men stood before them they would still get the same or even a worse fate than they already did.

"Rise Maggots! Although you're all done with routine training, who says we are done with you yet?"

What? Not through?

Eleanor's face twisted so hard that it look like she was forcefully fed dog shit.

What more is there to do?

"Ashley! Kyra... Blah, blah, blah... You 5 lagged behind the most, failing to complete today's tasks." The lead female trainer stood with her hands firmly behind her back, standing in a military position like an unshakable rock alongside her were the other 7 female trainers who looked expressionless too.

"You 5 will stay back and run two more laps around the field."

"What?" The one called Ashley exclaimed in shock. "3 more laps?!"

"Yes. Is there a problem? Would you like me to add a few more?"

The leader's voice was calm and steady but somehow sent chills down their spines.

Problem?

"No. No. No! No problem at all, ma'am!"

(:T^T:)

How dare she continue to protest?

Everyone looked at Ashley's group pitifully, not knowing they too wouldn't be able to escape fate's plans either.

"As for the rest of you, you will run 2 more laps!"

What? Why? Didn't they complete their tasks on time as told?

"What? You all think you're right? McGregor Tina! You performed the best out of everyone and made it through the last lap 5 minutes earlier than the rest. You saw your comrades fall and didn't move to help. Remember this motto... All for one and one for all... that is the motto you will live by here."

In real-life situations perhaps Tina would probably turn around to help others. Which means she wasn't treating this train g practice sp seriously.

From today henceforth, everything was as though they were on a battlefield.

Treat your fallen comrades like injured ones who need rescue when surrounded by dangerous lands.

Teamwork makes the Dreamwork.

Only if it was suicide, should they look away from their fallen comrades... at least not until more reinforcements come to aid them all.

They will also teach them how to stall the enemy if captured.

Why? Because Baymard will always come for its kind no matter where they are.

That was a promise!

Listening to their trainers, everyone fell silent.

That's right. They needed to take this more seriously. The harder their training, the safer they will be when they finally fly out of Baymard into the outside world.

Accepting their fate, everyone rose and did their punishment calmly.

At this moment it seems they had truly grown up to become real women.

Their earlier stubbornness was now replaced with obedience. What shocked them more was that their trainers didn't seem so harsh anymore.

During this time, their trainees taught them how to control their breathing and how to run without feeling so tired.

Oops.

Spoke too soon.

"Alright, maggots! You sissies are done for the day. Sadly, you've eaten up into your bath time. So you best hurry up, get cleaned and head to the cafeteria before mealtime is over... or else your next meal will only be at LUNCH."

Ahhh!!!!

Many people exclaimed, as they quickly headed to the dormitories for a quick wash.

How could they forget the strict rules in the academy? If they miss lunch, they'll only have to go to class on an empty belly.

To make teaching go faster, they all had different schedules.

For some, their first class was on First Aid and Theoretical Rescue 101. For others, their first class was Federal Regulations 101 and Aviation Geography 101, Aircraft Control Communication 101 and so on.

Both boys and girls mixed in all classes.

After 45 minutes of lunch, they still had another 2 and a half hours of classes, which were typically a mix between practical and theoretical.

And by 4:30 PM, they all begin hand-to-hand combat training or weapon handling, though it depends on what day it was.

On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, they had heavier days, with all classes, including training classes ending at 6:30 PM.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, their classes ended by 3:30~4:20 PM.

And on Saturdays, they focused on conquering terrains and accomplishing rock climbing for 4 hours.

After lunch, they were free to do whatever. Sunday was a free day for them too.

Of course, smart people should do their assignments during these times.

Such was the daily life of the new group of Pilot-in-training.

Soon, the world will see the wonders of Baymard's latest invention.

But in the meantime, far away in the Lands of Omania, Landon finally had a smile on his lips, staring at the newly signed treaty!

Bahahahhahaha~