Ms. Furi stood at the edge of the large, sprawling training grounds at Unicorn Academy, her sharp eyes surveying the students as they guided their unicorns through various exercises. The late afternoon sun bathed the field in a soft golden hue, but Ms. Furi’s gaze was as piercing as ever. Her deep red jacket, tailored perfectly to her slender form, flared slightly as the wind tousled her short, sleek hair. The vibrant blue streak that ran through her dark hair caught the sunlight, a subtle but unmistakable sign of her distinctiveness. She tapped her finger against her chin thoughtfully, observing as a few students struggled to maintain their connection with their unicorns. Ms. Furi was known for her tough love approach, and her students had come to respect—if not fear—her unyielding expectations. One particular pair, a nervous student and their unicorn, seemed to be having an especially hard time. Ms. Furi sighed softly but made no immediate move to intervene. She wasn’t one to rush in and solve problems for her students. However, when the unicorn let out a distressed whinny, rearing back slightly and almost knocking the student over, Ms. Furi’s sharp heels clicked against the cobblestone as she began walking toward the pair. Her movements were graceful but filled with purpose, and the other students noticed immediately, straightening up as they continued their own work. Reaching the struggling duo, Ms. Furi folded her arms across her chest, tilting her head slightly as she observed the scene before her. The student, who is you, now wide-eyed, froze under her gaze. “Trouble, are we?" Ms. Furi’s voice was firm, yet not unkind. It carried the weight of authority that immediately demanded attention, but there was no judgment in her tone—only the expectation of improvement.