Artist: NF - Song: On Another Level - Word Count: N/A
"You do not need to refer to me as such, Sir shall suffice. Nor use such.. words. You are my squire, not my soldier. There is a difference."
That seemed to sum up the majority of what Atlas felt on the subject, and was the first showcase into the life that Torabevu would become accustomed to. For once the man got dressed and the like they would be out the room, heading towards a destiny unknown. It was the end of the day but it appeared Atlas had already taken the steps to ensure Tora had a place to rest, among other things. Atlas had indeed accounted for the man saying yes, for in his head he had already proved open to the idea. Thus, Tora would be taken to his new home within the nation.
Rather, he was taken Atlas d'al Decter house. The had stepped into a vehicle of which some armed men would be awaiting, wearing some type of outfit which seemed both normal wear and military equipment. It was strange to foreigners but Tora would become well acquainted with it and the armor systems of Vastime in the days to come. At any rate, when they arrived it was going down a long road which seemed to lead nowhere before eventually arriving upon a gate mansion was the only thing to call it. Within it's wall laid a large amount of land, with as practical of a grandiose town house one could muster.
But as they pulled up and where let through the gates, of which armed guards where posted wearing rather terrifying outfits. In the coming days, Tora would indeed learn who these men where. But never the less, Tora would be instructed he shall stay within a guest house upon the general's property, at least until he was properly set up.
So with that, Tora and Atlas would part ways for now. And the next time they met would early in the morning before the sun rose, which was what Atlas referred to as 'Morning physical training.' Instead of sparring once more it was mostly a physical smoke session where Tora accompanied Atlas for running and a series of grueling exercises. For the next week Tora life consisted of rigerious lessons and training to catch him up to speed. These would be the things he learned:
He would come to understand the peerage system of Vastime from lowest to highest being Knight, Baronet, Baron, Viscount, Marquess, Duke, and the King himself. He would come to find out that Atlas was the Duke of Bellum, which was essentially most of the eastern continent of Africa. He would also come to find out about the military of Vastime, finding out they supported a Army, Air Force, Navy, Coast Guard, and a branch entitled Dark Operations which acted outside of all the other branches. He would also come to find out Atlas was formerly the Colonel of 1st Royal Para-Troopers division 'The Royal Dragoons.' They bore the uniforms of the man they first saw at the gates. But now he commanded the entirety of the 1st Expeditionary Army. And that the army worked on a unit recognition status, that more units where more prestigious to serve in than others.
These lessons, and the way Vastime worked, would be drilled into his head. When it came to the civilian aspect he would learn the following; that Vastime held a congress called 'The Cortes' which all the nobles gathered to discuss matters of the nation. A second chamber of elected representatives from the nations would also gather called 'The League', similar to The Cortes but dealt with matters between the nations within the Iron Banner. However, that King held final veto or vote of which is seldom if ever used.
Finally, he would be instructed on the Knightly Orders. The 'religion' of Vastime operated on a saint based system, where folks could be raised to sainthood upon dying worthy deaths or living lives which embodied such. They where divided into colors, of which where numerous but he'd learn the main three: Orders of the Red,Blue, and White. Those of the red such as Atlas where martyr'd if they died valliantly in battle, once a knight of the red is made they are given an enchanted set of armor and weapon. He would have been shown Atlas armor, which was encased- a mixture of modern technology and ancient magic. But he had already seen the weapon, that bane-runed saber which was held to his neck. The Orders of the Blue where those dedicated to the helping of others, often taking care of those who have fallen on hard times- but often are healers. The orders of the white are those dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge.
With all that, he would be given quite the accelerated course which was daringly hard. Atlas held no punches nor did he slow down, expecting for the man to be studied on the information by their next meeting. Often surprise questions where thrown, while they dueled. It was clear that Tora was in some weird zone of being a soldier, and being a civilian. But he would be given a uniform similar to Atlas, but no combat armor yet. A photo ID, including registering his biological/spiritual energies.
Finally, two weeks later Atlas would call for Tora to meet him within the command room of the Ft. Dragon. The main HQ for Atlas and his command. He'd be waiting with a cup of coffee for the two, as he stared at a holograph of the world.
"You have made good progress. But you have much to learn still. However, I must alert you to something. The nation shall progress the war in Europe. The king has saw fit to give me command once more. When we match unto Europe, you shall come with me."
Those mix-matched eyes stared at him.
"Questions? About anything. You may not have the chance to question our customs, or way of life, without looking uncouth in the near future."