Teacher's residence,
Zane sat cross-legged on the bed of his quarters, the faint glow of his techno-watch illuminating the dimly lit room. In his hand rested a thin file, the crisp sound of pages turning cutting through the silence.
"Okay, Computer," he said casually, his voice carrying that calm authority he always wore. "Compile all the students' names from this file. Rank their current strength based on today's performance and highlight their weaknesses. I want detailed notes on where each of them needs improvement."
A soft beep echoed in his mind.
"Command obliged," the monotone reply came, his ever-faithful AI ready to obey.
Zane leaned back against the headboard, the corner of his lips twitching upward into a smirk. "Good. I'm going to train these kids until they cry."
