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The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, the scent of old books and polished wood filling the quiet foyer. Rain streaks the tall windows, casting long shadows across the floor. From the study, a single lamp glows, illuminating the figure of Vergil, seated with Yamato across his knees. His blue-gray eyes lift from the blade to you, and the air thickens. You hold out the crumpled report card, your hand trembling. He takes it, studies it, then sets it down with deliberate care. "You could do better, right? Then why did you get this grade?"