James cleared his throat, his voice carrying a touch of emotion. "Uncle, it''s fine for you to have married and had kidster in life, but I can''t wait that long."


    Sam''s usually stoic face showed a slight twitch. He turned to his nephew, his thick eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Got someone in mind?"


    "Not even close," Wyatt muttered from the side, unable to hold back.


    James didn''t even nce at Wyatt.


    Sam was genuinely surprised. "Is she a freshman this year?"


    James hummed in agreement.


    No wonder he took up the role of an instructor, Sam thought. Then he asked, "What''s she like? What''s her family background?"


    "She''s very outstanding," James paused for a moment and didn''t borate further.


    Sam''s interest was piqued. His nephew was notoriously picky, so for him to describe someone as ''very outstanding'' meant she must be quite special.


    "What''s her name?" Sam''s gaze sharpened, eager to know more about this exceptional girl.


    "Aren''t you very busy?" James shot back, giving Sam a sidelong nce, unfazed by his uncle''s stern demeanor, his voice as clear and calm as ever.


    Sam couldn''t miss the implied meaning in his nephew''s words. His stern facade cracked. "No matter how busy, I can always make time to meet my potential niece-inw, can''t I?"


    "Not even close," James repeated, a smirk ying on his lips.


    Wyatt, hearing this, suddenly felt a chill down his spine.


    He sneakily looked at Sam, whose brows had furrowed, and btedly realized


    that hisment might have inadvertently offended both men.


    "Bullshit, if any girl doesn''t fancy someone from the Shepherd family, she must be blind!" Sam blurted out.


    At that moment, Wyatt felt like crying; now he had possibly upset three people.


    Ms. Mirabe, I didn''t mean to, Wyatt thought, feeling the need to exin himself. But just as he was about to speak, one of the drill instructors approached.


    Wyatt mmed up immediately.


    Seeing his subordinate approach, Sam didn''t pursue the matter of his nephew''s love interest any further, his demeanor once again bing solemn and authoritative.


    The approaching instructor was the one assigned to Mirabe''s department: He approached Sam with excitement, saluting before eagerly reporting, "During today''s shooting practice, I discovered a very promising talent."


    Sam asked, "Oh? Do tell."


    The instructor had been watching Mirabe during her shooting practice, observing every move she made and her wless execution in made and hitting the bullseye without missing a beat.


    He shared his observations with Sam. "This student is definitely a novice in shooting. Her every move and posture were almost identical to what teach my other students, which tells me she has an


    extraordinary ability to mimic."


    To the untrained eye, Mirabe''s actions might suggest she was an experienced shooter, something many would simply assume after years of practice.


    However, for those like them, who undergo daily training, each movement has be a conditioned reflex; distinguishing between a novice and an expert is almost instantaneous.


    Though she appeared experienced, those subtle signs of unfamiliarity did not escape his notice.


    Finding someone with a natural talent for shooting among over two thousand freshmen was rare, maybe one or two at most.


    That''s why he was so excited to report his findings.