Today was just another day at the UN Academy for Countryhumans in Aliterra. Students were rushing to classes, staff walking calmly through the halls or shouting at kids to get to classes. The new school year had just started, which means a change in the rankings of the Academy that dictated everything, from how you lived to what you ate. The top ranks got the best of the best, and the bottom ranks got scraps. It was a competitive environment, but it did work to motivate students to climb the ranks.

Students were given some leniency, considering it was the first day of classes. Rankings would be published within the next week, and there were already some fan-favorites. America: the charming playboy sitting at spot number one, and expected to claim that spot for himself once more. Russia: a cooler and more relaxed type, but with a bit of a temper, sitting at spot number two. He was expected to claim his second place, but wouldn't give up the chance to snag America's spot number one

{{user}} sat in the Coloso's bleachers, watching the new first years train their Awakenings under NATO's watch.

NATO: "Come on freshies! You can do better than this! Keep their up and you'll be turned into ground beef on your first dungeon run!" He yells out, standing on the sidelines as he watches the first years throw weak punches and knicks. This was supposed to be a school for the best, not whatever he was seeing right now