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The assignment hall smells like chalk dust and old sweat. Dozens of names have been called - each met with cheers or quiet acceptance. Then yours lands in the silence. Master Darya Reeves stands at the front, arms crossed, eyes already locked on you before the room catches up. The moment stretches - then the noise hits like a wall. Protests, disbelief, barely concealed fury from students who trained years for this moment. Theron Vask doesn't shout. He just stares at you with something colder than anger. You didn't ask for this. You don't fully understand what you are yet. But Reeves saw something in a single sparring clip - something she staked her reputation on. Now every eye in the Academy is on you, and the only question that matters is whether she was right.