"Can you believe there''s someone like that?" Sam eximed, looking at the instructor. "How''s his performance in other areas?"


    "I haven''t really noticed. I only caught it during the shooting practice just now," the instructor replied.


    Sam thought for a moment before saying, "Keep an eye on him for the next few days. If he really has talent, we''ll see what we can do."


    The instructor immediately caught the drift of Sam''s "we''ll see," coughed, and then added, "If only it were a guy."


    "Huh?" Sam was taken aback. "It''s a girl?"


    "Yes," the instructor nodded, with a hint of regret in his voice.


    But the fact that it was a girl didn''t really matter.


    James, standing nearby, nced towards the training field before turning back to Sam. "You go ahead, I''ll take my leave."


    Sam, knowing James well, just waved his hand, signaling him to go ahead.


    James nodded and quickly left with Wyatt.


    Watching his nephew''s retreating figure, Sam pondered for a moment before turning to the instructor. "Let''s go check out this year''s military training."


    The instructor was internally surprised. What was going on at Prestige College this year? Having someone from the Shepherd family as the chief instructor was surprising enough, and now their military''s top leader was personally overseeing the training...


    Shaking his head in confusion, the instructor led Sam to the training field.


    *


    Mirabe had just returned from the restroom when Lisa asked her if she would continue with target practice.


    Mirabe''s eyes fell on a boy lying on the ground, practicing diligently. She shook her head. "No, I''m done for now."


    The scores from target shooting would count towards their grades, and if they didn''t pass, they''d have to retake the military training with the freshmen next year.


    This had been mentioned by the instructor at the start of the training.


    "Alright then," Lisa said, knowing Mirabe wanted to give others more time to practice. She rolled her eyes and then said, "How about you teach me that alignment thing you mentioned? I didn''t quite get it."


    Mirabe stepped back. "Ask the instructor; I don''t get it either."


    Lisa''s frustration showed as her mouth twitched. "Is my technique really that bad?"


    Mirabe didn''t respond. Didn''t Lisa have any idea herself?


    Feeling dejected, Lisa walked back to the shooting area, picked up an avable rifle, andy down on the ground.


    Although the rifle wasn''t a real service rifle, its weight was the same. Practicing for a bit longer would make anyone''s arms and shoulders sore.


    Mirabe, despite iming she didn''t understand, couldn''t bear see Lisa struggling and went share the tips she had picked up, teaching her.


    When Sam and the instructor arrived, they saw Mirabe instructing Lisa on shooting, though they stayed a little distance away.


    The instructor pointed towards Mirabe. "That''s the girl."


    Following his gaze, Sam looked


    over. Mirabe''s military cap wamet


    pulled fow, and she was bending over so he couldn''t clearly see her face at first.


    However, her demeanor stood out.


    Perhaps sensing his gaze, Mirabe, who was guiding Lisa''s hand to control the rifle, looked up towards Sam.


    Her gaze was calm; after a brief nce, she turned back to continue instructing Lisa.


    Sam raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. His presence, typically filled with seriousness and authority, was still strong.


    Throughout his walk, he hadn''t seen any student dare to look at him with such a calm demeanor.


    See you tonight!