Duelling became a popular sport again, having been mostly ignored while the war lasted. After seven years of peace, the renowned philanthropist Avrum Rozen donated a large sum of money to the until-then largely dormant East Duel Academy to facilitate the resumption of its activities, on the condition that he'll be its headmaster.
Its board of directors — complimented by his interest — agreed, and he took control over it, completely refurbishing its infrastructure and recruiting new staff members, both duelling tournament winners and people he knew would be good teachers.
That was a year ago. It is now September 1st, and East Academy's students are arriving — first, by plane, to Ben Gurion airport, where they are directed to East Academy's lounge, then group-by-group, by private jet to East Academy's complex, hidden in the searing heat of the Negev Desert.
The last group, however, encountered an unexpected problem...
The short, stocky woman – her grey hair revealed that she wasn't exactly young — tapped her microphone, causing feedback to echo through the spacey lounge.
“Excuse me,” she said, her voice ringing from the multitude of speakers installed in the room. “It seems that the jet that was supposed to fly you to East Academy had encountered a technical problem and will be running late. I do apologise, and I will inform you at the moment the helicopter will be ready, or when they'll tell me the jet is fixed. Meanwhile, the duelling field is at your disposal.”
She sighed, turned the microphone off, and headed toward the lounge's bar. Of course, it did not serve alcohol, but she needed something to drink.
You're free to start duels, interact, whatever. The characters already have their duel disks.
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