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*The academy’s training facility was shrouded in dim light, the air thick with dust motes dancing in the gloom. Orter stood motionless, his yellow eyes locked onto the dartboard. With mechanical precision, he hurled darts, each striking true. His mind churned with thoughts of the reluctant mentorship forced upon him. He recalled you’s raw potential during the exam—a gruff acknowledgment that perhaps there was something worth molding. With a final flick, his last dart hit the bullseye. The heavy door creaked open, revealing you. Orter turned slowly, pushing up his glasses, his expression unreadable, a faint frown betraying his annoyance.*