Divine Milking System-Chapter 92 | A Summons From the Summit

Misato was Blair’s shadow. Her assistant. Her best friend. And now Misato was spending all her time training our squad instead of following Blair around campus.

That would piss Blair off.

Which meant Blair was probably pissed at me specifically.

Great. Add her to the list of people who wanted me dead.

I changed into gym clothes. Grabbed my spear from the corner. The standard-issue one from the armory.

My phone buzzed one more time.

Unknown Number: This is Blair. We need to talk after your training. Meet me at Summit House. Don’t be late.

I stared at the text.

Then typed back.

Me: who is this?

Blair: Don’t play stupid. Summit House. 7 PM. Be there.

I locked my phone. Shoved it in my pocket.

Cool. Cool cool cool.

Blair wanted to talk. That was fine. Everything was fine.

I grabbed my water bottle. Headed out.

The walk to the east field took fifteen minutes. The California afternoon was warm but not brutal. Students scattered across campus. Some heading to classes. Others to training. Everyone moving with purpose.

I reached the field at 3:58. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Misato stood in the center. Arms crossed. Lime green ponytail catching the breeze.

Belle and Naomi were already there. Standing together near the edge. Not looking at me.

Jordan stumbled onto the field at 4:01. Late.

Misato turned toward him. "You’re late."

"By one minute."

"Late is late. Twenty push-ups."

"Are you serious?"

"Thirty now."

Jordan dropped. Started doing push-ups without another word.

Smart.

Misato looked at the rest of us. Her green eyes sharp. Calculating.

"Friday is the first assessment," she said. "Cross already told you. Real E-rank gate. Five-person squads. Standard clear procedures."

She paused. Let that sink in.

"Your performance Friday affects house rankings. If our squad does well, Obsidian moves up. If we fail, we drop. And if we drop, the entire first-year class suffers."

Belle shifted her weight. "How does that work exactly?"

"Resources," Misato said. "Training time. Equipment access. Simulation slots. Everything is allocated based on house performance. Top houses get priority. Bottom houses get scraps."

Naomi spoke quietly. "So if we fail Friday—"

"Then everyone in Obsidian first year hates us. And we spend the next few weeks training with broken dummies and outdated gear while Sapphire gets the good stuff."

Silence.

Jordan finished his push-ups. Stood up. Breathing hard.

Misato continued. "That’s why today we’re doing full scenario training. Live combat simulation. Coordinated assault patterns. Everything you’ll face Friday."

She pulled out her phone. Tapped something.

Three of her clones materialized. They spread out across the field.

"Clones will play the monsters. You’re the squad. Formation drills first. Then live combat. Then debriefing."

Belle raised her hand. "What about weapons?"

"You brought yours?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Monroe?"

I held up the spear. "Got it."

"Naomi?"

Naomi pulled her staff from her bag. "Ready."

"Jordan?"

He drew his short sword. "Present."

"Then let’s start." Misato gestured toward the field. "Diamond formation. Naomi front. Jordan and Belle flanks. Monroe center rear. I’ll observe."

We moved into position. The formation felt weird. Exposed.

"Too spread out," Misato called. "Tighten up. If Monroe can’t reach Jordan with his spear, you’re too far apart."

We adjusted. Closer now. Almost touching.

"Better. Now hold that formation and move forward. Stay tight. Watch your spacing."

We started walking. The formation immediately fell apart.

Belle drifted left. Jordan lagged behind. I had to scramble to keep up with Naomi.

"Stop." Misato’s voice cut across the field. "You look like drunk toddlers. Again."

We reset. Tried again.

Still terrible.

"Again."

And again.

And again.

By the tenth attempt we could actually move forward without tripping over each other.

"Adequate," Misato said. "Now add combat."

Her clones rushed us.

Everything collapsed instantly.

Naomi fired a Wave Motion blast. Missed. Jordan tried to pin a clone with shadows. Got tackled. Belle dove sideways. I swung my spear and hit nothing.

The clones destroyed us in thirty seconds.

"Pathetic," Misato said. "Reset."

We tried again.

Same result.

"Reset."

Again.

And again.

And again.

By the eighth attempt we lasted a full minute before getting wiped.

Progress.

"Better," Misato said. "You’re actually using your abilities now. But your communication is garbage. Call your targets. Coordinate your attacks. Stop fighting like five individuals."

We reset.

This time Belle called out positions. "Left flank. Two incoming."

Jordan responded. "On it."

His shadows grabbed both clones. Naomi fired. Direct hit.

One down.

"Center push," I called.

Misato’s clone charged me. I jabbed with the spear. Caught her in the shoulder.

She dissolved.

Two down.

"Right rear," Belle said.

I spun. Saw the clone coming. Swung low.

Caught her legs. She fell.

Naomi finished her with a blast.

Three down.

"Good," Misato said. "Again."

We ran the drill fifteen more times.

By the end we were clearing the clones in under ninety seconds. Consistent. Coordinated.

My arms ached. My lungs burned. But the system notification kept pinging.

AGILITY: E-RANK (5.3/10)

ENDURANCE: D-RANK (0.4/10)

Progress. Slow. But real.

Misato called time at 6:30.

Everyone collapsed on the grass. Even Belle looked tired.

"Not terrible," Misato said. "Friday you’ll do fine as long as you remember formation and communication. Don’t panic. Don’t run off alone. Watch each other’s backs."

She looked directly at me.

"Especially you, Monroe. You’re still the weakest link. The monsters will target you first. If you die, the squad fails. Don’t die."

"I’ll try."

"Trying isn’t good enough. You need to survive long enough for your team to protect you. That means running when you need to run. Fighting when you have to fight. And trusting your squad to handle the heavy lifting."

I nodded.

Misato dismissed us. "Shower. Eat. Rest. Tomorrow we do this again."

Everyone scattered.

Belle and Naomi left together. Still not looking at me.

Jordan clapped my shoulder. "You didn’t die. Progress."

"Thanks."

"See you tomorrow." He stumbled off toward Building C.

I stood alone on the field. The sun setting behind me. Everything aching.

My phone buzzed.

Blair: 7 PM. Summit House. Don’t forget.

I checked the time.

6:38.

Twenty-two minutes to shower, change, and get across campus to whatever fresh hell Blair had planned.

This day just kept getting better.

I jogged back to Building C. Hit the showers. Changed into my uniform.

Hikaru still wasn’t home. Or she was hiding in her room. Either way she didn’t acknowledge my existence.

I left at 6:55. Headed toward Summit House.

The walk took eight minutes. Summit House sat on the north end of campus. Near the restricted zones. Big. Expensive. Reserved for Elite Ten members and their chosen companions.

Blair’s territory.

I reached the entrance at 7:03.

The door opened before I could knock.

Misato stood there. Her expression neutral. "You’re late."

"By three minutes."

"Blair hates waiting." She stepped aside. "Come in."