"Good morning, class. I know most of you already know who I am, but I'll reintroduce myself. My name is Dora, a proud teacher and elite soldier of the empire. I welcome all of you to the academy and sincerely hope you survive… and graduate," Dora said with a stoic expression as murmurs rippled through the classroom.
"Silence!" she barked. "Some people don't make it to graduation. The path to becoming an elite soldier is a brutal one, filled with challenges. If you think you can sit here and yap your way through it, I promise you—you won't survive the second year!"
Immediately, the entire room went quiet.
Then, Dora let out a sharp whistle, and an elite soldier stepped into the room, one with only a single arm.
