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Chapter 10 - Chapter 10: The Ghost of Grimstone Past

The tension between Dr. Victor Zhao's skepticism and Eleanor Hart's idealism was the engine that barely kept Grimstone running. While Zhao was preparing his discreet investigation, Eleanor was fighting for the soul of the academy.

Eleanor Hart sat in her office—a space that was more functional workbench than administrative suite, cluttered with prototype parts and stacks of thinly veiled rejection notices from Top 5 funding bodies. Her expression was one of immense, contained determination.

She had been a top graduate of Leading Star Academy herself, but had chosen to return to the lower ranks, believing that real innovation happens at the edges. This belief had cost her professional status, and now, it was costing Grimstone its stability. The Arbitral Council was pushing for stricter adherence to standardized curriculum, threatening to cut their already meager funding if they didn't "conform."

Her terminal displayed the latest threat: a formal recommendation that Grimstone be demoted another rank due to its "unpredictable research focus."

She felt the crushing weight of responsibility. Her tenure was a desperate gamble: prove that unconventionality breeds results, or watch the entire academy be absorbed into the elite structure.

Her assistant entered, bringing a stack of recently processed academic applications—all high-born students with predictable scores, whose only real virtue was their compliant background.

"More filler, Madam Administrator," the assistant sighed, placing the stack down. "Nothing here that will save us from the next audit."

"Innovation rarely comes in neatly packaged files, Robert," Eleanor replied, her voice firm. "It comes from the places the established system fears to look."

She was waiting for a sign. A spark of pure, unadulterated talent that justified her position.

Just then, her internal network pinged her with a system-wide notice—a detailed, lengthy report filed by Anaya Patel's research group (now partially sequestered by Zhao, unbeknownst to Eleanor) detailing the potential significance of the Asymmetrical Energy Anomaly from Sector 4.

The report, deliberately written in highly theoretical, technical language to bypass bureaucratic filters, detailed the mathematical properties of the Divergent Flow signature. The conclusion was stunning: The efficiency of this chaotic flow, if stabilized, could revolutionize Cultech energy distribution, granting an asymmetric combat advantage.

Eleanor read the report once, then a second time. She felt a rush of pure, exhilarating vindication. This was it. The chaos they needed. The proof that the Top 5's rigid conformity was a weakness, not a strength.

She immediately began drafting a proposal to the Arbitral Council—not for funding, but for a Competitive Exemption for a special initiative: the Grimstone Apex Suit Initiative. The goal was audacious: design and build an Apex Suit using entirely unconventional methods and challenge the Top 5 in the Leading Star Academy Competition.

Her goal wasn't just to win; it was to force the system to acknowledge a superior method born of low-born chaos.

She knew it was a reckless move. It would infuriate the Arbitral Council and likely result in her dismissal if they failed. But if she didn't take the risk, Grimstone would die a slow, conformist death anyway.

She looked at the report again, focusing on the coordinates: Sector 4. Low-born. Unaccredited. Genius.

She picked up her personal comm, bypassing all recruiters, and initiated a private, heavily encrypted scouting message, addressed directly to the individual at the heart of the anomaly.

She crafted the message not as an invitation, but as a challenge, reflecting the defiance in the report: We don't care about your background. We care about those limits you refuse to acknowledge. Report to Sector 7. Your unconventionality is our curriculum.

Her face settled into a determined, almost fierce smile. The first shot in the war had just been fired, and the protagonist, still recovering from his anger and disappointment, had no idea he was about to receive the ultimate call to action.

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