Kinrara stared at the book while lying in her bed with a stoic expression. The content of the book was intriguing, and every word had to be deciphered, which was going to be a trouble. But Kinrara was ready for the challenge. She grabbed her pen and started deciphering every word until she had finished a page. The information was just a brief introduction to the founders of the academy. Apparently, it was founded by two western brothers who were raised in the world of mafia.
Kinrara's eyes narrowed as she carefully transcribed the cryptic text, her pen moving with deliberate slowness. The dim light of her bedside lamp cast a warm glow on the pages, illuminating the intricate symbols and codes that danced across the parchment. As she worked, the silence of her room was punctuated only by the soft scratch of her pen on paper. The text revealed that the two western brothers, Marcus and Leonardo, had founded the academy in the late 19th century. Raised in the world of mafia, they had leveraged their family's connections to establish a lucrative smuggling operation. The academy's original purpose was to train select individuals in the art of assassination and espionage, with the ultimate goal of expanding the brothers' influence and power.
However, their empire began to crumble when they were caught by the authorities and forced to abandon their illicit activities. In a bid to legitimize their operation, they transformed the academy into a school, touting it as a place of learning and refinement for the sons and daughters of wealthy patrons. But the brothers' true intentions remained unchanged. Behind the façade of a respectable institution, they continued to groom students for a life of crime, teaching them the art of manipulation, coercion, and violence. It wasn't until a series of high-profile incidents involving the academy's students came to light that the authorities finally shut down the operation and brought the brothers to justice.
As Kinrara read on, she discovered that the six founding leaders who succeeded the brothers were former students who had risen through the ranks of the academy's illicit programs. These individuals had managed to evade capture and went on to expand the organization's influence, using their skills and knowledge to further their own agendas. With each new revelation, Kinrara's fascination grew. She couldn't help but wonder what other secrets the academy held, and what lay hidden beneath its seemingly innocuous surface.
Kinrara's eyes contuined to scan the pages, her mind racing as she deciphered the cryptic text. The dim light of her bedside lamp cast a warm glow on her face, illuminating the intricate symbols and codes that danced across the parchment. As she read on, she discovered that the academy was in a long-standing rivalry with another establishment known as the Krasnyy Byk Akademiya pronounced "KRAH-snee BIK ah-kah-DEH-mee-yah", or Red Bull Academy.
Every twelve years, these two Western institutions would clash in a spectacular display of power and skill, with the government fully aware of the proceedings. In fact, the government seemed to tacitly endorse the rivalry, perhaps even benefiting from the competition between the two academies. Kinrara's brow furrowed as she read on, her thoughts whirling with questions. How could parents send their children to these schools, knowing full well the risks involved? Yet, as she read further, she realized that the parents were not just aware of the risks, but were actively seeking to give their children an edge in the cutthroat world of politics and power.
The estimated fight was going to be their badge, Kinrara thought, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. Her brother had been lucky enough to avoid the war, but she wasn't so fortunate. Would she die in the war that was about to befall her? The thought sent shivers down her spine, but also sparked a thrill of anticipation. She felt a sense of pride and purpose, knowing that she was part of a long tradition of strong and capable individuals who had come before her.
As she pondered the risks and rewards, Kinrara's thoughts turned to her own fate. Would she emerge victorious, or would she fall in the battle that was to come? The uncertainty was exhilarating, and she felt her senses come alive as she contemplated the possibilities. With a deep breath, she continued to read on, her heart pounding with anticipation.
By the time Kinrara had finished two pages, the academy bell rang out, its deep, resonant tone echoing through the corridors and signaling the start of sleeping time. The sound was a familiar one, and Kinrara knew that she had to hurry if she wanted to avoid getting caught. She quickly bookmarked her place in the book and slid it under her bed, making sure it was hidden from view.
As she hastily made her way to her bed, she could hear the sound of footsteps and murmured conversations coming from the other students in the dorm. Everyone was scrambling to get ready for bed, knowing that the dorm supervisors would be making their rounds soon. Kinrara quickly changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin just as the door to the dorm burst open.
The dorm supervisor, a stern-looking woman with a clipboard in her hand, swept her gaze across the room, her eyes lingering on each student to make sure they were all in bed and following the rules. Kinrara held her breath, trying not to make any sudden movements that might draw attention to herself. She knew that if she got caught, she would face punishment, and she wasn't looking forward to that.
The supervisor's gaze passed over her, and Kinrara let out a silent sigh of relief. She watched as the woman checked the room, making sure everything was in order before nodding and leaving the dorm. As the door closed behind her, the students in the room let out a collective sigh of relief, and Kinrara settled in for a well-deserved rest, her mind still racing with thoughts of the academy and its secrets.