I'll expand this to 1200 words, maintaining your starting and ending points:

The next day, which was a Saturday, there was no class. There had been an announcement that there would be no class that particular day. The superiors were still deciding and planning on how exactly they were going to go about training the students. They had already decided that they would focus on combat mainly, but they were contemplating on how they would go about it.

The announcement had come late Friday evening, delivered through the school's intercom system with an urgency that made everyone pause in their tracks. Students had exchanged confused glances in the hallways, whispers spreading like wildfire through the dormitories. Some felt relieved at the unexpected break, while others sensed the gravity behind the decision. This wasn't a holiday or a celebration. This was preparation for something far more serious.

Deciding and planning on what to do wasn't as easy as it sounds. The general was cracking her brain, trying to find out the best and effective method they could apply in teaching the students and making them battle ready. She sat in her office long into the night, surrounded by tactical manuals, training protocols from previous generations, and reports on the students' current abilities. Maps covered her desk, marked with red circles and strategic notes. Her coffee had gone cold hours ago, but she barely noticed.

She had met with the president the other day. The meeting had taken place in the war room, a secure chamber deep within the administrative building where the most crucial decisions were made. They had spoken for hours, their conversation growing more intense as the reality of their situation became clearer. The president's face had been grave, lined with worry and determination in equal measure. He had paced the room as they discussed their options, occasionally stopping to study the intelligence reports spread across the table.

He had decided that all the students, the staff, everybody should be ready for battle as they would need 100% of their power and even more if possible. His words had been absolute, leaving no room for debate. "We cannot afford to have anyone unprepared," he had said, his voice steady despite the weight of his declaration. "Every person in this institution must be capable of defending themselves and others. We need everyone fighting fit, everyone skilled, everyone ready to stand when the time comes."

The general had nodded solemnly, understanding the magnitude of what he was asking. They weren't just training an elite force anymore. They were preparing an entire community for war. Young students who had come here to learn would now need to become warriors. Teachers who had dedicated their lives to education would need to pick up weapons alongside their books.

As the day rolled by, preparations were getting set. The morning sun cast long shadows across the campus as workers began their tasks. Training ground used for training students for combat and everything. Preparations were being made on them. The maintenance crew arrived before dawn, their trucks loaded with equipment and supplies. They worked methodically, transforming the existing facilities into something far more intensive and comprehensive.

The old training grounds, which had been used primarily for physical education and basic self-defense classes, were being completely overhauled. Heavy machinery dug trenches for obstacle courses. Construction workers erected new structures that would simulate various combat scenarios. Target ranges were expanded and reinforced. What had once been a simple gymnasium was evolving into a military-grade training facility.

Weapon racks were being installed along the walls of the main training hall, soon to be filled with an array of equipment—from simple staffs and wooden training swords to more advanced weaponry for those who progressed quickly. Medical stations were set up at strategic points, staffed with healers and first aid supplies, because everyone knew that combat training, no matter how controlled, came with risks.

All that remained was to begin training. Teacher Olmo and a new, teacher this time, Mr. Steil, were going to train them. They were going to train them together. Teacher Olmo was a familiar face to most students, known for his strict but fair approach to instruction. He had years of combat experience, having served in the military before transitioning to education. His reputation was one of excellence; students who trained under him came out stronger, more confident, more capable.

Mr. Steil, however, was relatively unknown to most of the student body. He had arrived only recently, transferred from another institution specifically for this purpose. Rumors about him had already begun circulating. Some said he was a former special operations commander. Others whispered that he had survived battles that would have broken lesser men. What everyone agreed on was that his presence meant the administration was serious about this training—deadly serious.

The two instructors had spent the past few days coordinating their approach, developing a curriculum that would push students to their limits while keeping them safe enough to actually learn. They understood that they were walking a fine line. Too gentle, and the students wouldn't be prepared for the harsh reality of actual combat. Too harsh, and they risked breaking spirits or causing injuries that would sideline people when they were needed most.

Their training plan was comprehensive and brutal. Morning sessions would focus on physical conditioning—building the strength, endurance, and agility that formed the foundation of any warrior. Afternoons would be dedicated to technique, teaching students various combat styles, weapons handling, and tactical thinking. Evenings would incorporate scenario-based training, where students would face simulated combat situations designed to test everything they had learned.

They waited for the weekend to roll over so they could begin their preparations for the battle that was approaching them slowly. Saturday had been designated for rest, but also for mental preparation. Students spent the day in various states of anxiety and anticipation. Some trained on their own, unable to sit still with nervous energy. Others tried to relax, knowing that the coming weeks would test them in ways they had never been tested before.

Faculty members made their own preparations, attending briefings and reviewing their roles in the new structure. Even those who wouldn't be directly involved in combat training had responsibilities—maintaining morale, providing counseling support, ensuring that academic education didn't completely fall by the wayside despite the shifted priorities.

As Saturday evening approached, the general stood at the window of her office, looking out over the transformed campus. Everything was ready. The facilities were prepared. The instructors were briefed. The students, whether they knew it or not, were as ready as they could be for what was coming.

The inevitable battle that they had to face and they had to win unless humanity was done, is done for.

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