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The Adventures of Mavus Pt. V jumps forward in time, and follows the events of The Diary of Aaron Sterling. Mavus and the Inquisition have lost their fight against the New Militia and the Street Angels, having lost a crucial magical item to the enemy.

Chapter 24 - I'm Grounded.

RING RING RING

"Morning sleepyhead!" Junon gorgeous face peered over me.

"Five more minutes." I covered my head with my pillow, attempting to turn the phone alarm off. Junon grabbed the phone off the nightstand away from my reach as it continued its alarm of torture.

"What the hell! I was in the middle of dreaming about you---niversity..."
"We have class. Varen, Truman, and Khione are all waiting for you in the breakfast hall."

Yeah, so I guess I should probably update you guys on what's been happening. I fought Plyth and got a vision, then I got my ass handed to me twice by Giantkiller. Rev 3 and Rev 4's corpses were sitting in our room in pieces. At this rate, my side of the room was starting to become a graveyard of dead inventions.

"Consider it a learning experience!" Junon had once told me. Yeah, well I'm definitely not forgetting these experiences.

I trudged to the chow hall and ate my breakfast. Varen put his arm around me. "Good morning metal warrior! How was your rest?"

I started at him. "Dude we literally got wrecked by the New Militia, why are you still so happy?" I noticed Truman stuffing his face. "And how do you still have an appetite after what's been happening?"

Varen looked confused. "One loss isn't enough to quell the fires of a warrior's spirit! We must look forward to the next battle!" Truman was stuffing his face. His mouth was full of bacon. "Yeah Mave, gotta look forward. You did better against Giantkiller your second time! Least you landed more than just a tiny headbutt."

Khione's arm was still in a cast from when she attempted to fight one of the Street Angels. "How's the arm?" I asked.

She looked at her cast. "It's healing... I guess. How's your mech's?"

I smirked. "Like all my hopes and dreams. Ripped and in tatters."

We all went to the other building to attend lectures. Since preparing for the new threat was a huge deal, all supervisors were asked to join their squads to ensure "maximum learning benefit". Junon was Darkstar, but since she was an unpowered, she didn't need to worry about teaching stuff like spells or front line combat. She passed on the hand-to-hand instructor position to Yuko.

Basically, now I had to impress her in class too.

"And this, is known as a pincer move." Conlan continued, showing us a slide on the two groups of stick people charging in. Oh my God!!! This was torture! Why did I need to learn about this. At least it wasn't as bad as Corinese Class. That class was actually a sleep inducer. I was considering putting Mr. Reiss on loop every night to help me go to bed easier.

I turned around. Junon was busy taking notes alongside the rest of our squad. Now's my chance! I put my head down and closed my eyes. Nothing too obvious. What's one military commander to one stealthy boi?

"Shaw. Would you care telling me what that is?"

I jumped up. Everybody in the lecture hall was staring at me. Oh crap! I wasn't paying attention and he called me out. I stared at Conlan, who was looking at me. Then I turned to the side. Junon was raising her fingers, four and a two.

"The answer to life." I replied.

Conlan raised his eyebrow. "The optimal number of units to disperse the enemy is the answer to life?"

Everybody laughed. Junon facepalmed. Oh. I guess she meant to tell me the answer was forty two. I looked at my squad sheepishly, Truman and Khione were laughing so hard that they were struggling to breathe while Veran gave me a thumbs up for some reason.

"A true warrior always brings humour to the battlefield!"