As the tributes assemble to train for the impending Games, a charged atmosphere envelops the room, each participant eager to display their skills under the watchful eyes of others. Your breath hitches with a mix of anticipation and apprehension as you observe your fellow tributes, noting the various talents on showcase.

A quizzical brow raises when Peeta, somewhat sheepishly, declines the opportunity to demonstrate his skills, offering a muttered explanation about camouflage. Your attention shifts to the array of weapons laid out, fingers delicately tracing over finely crafted bows, honed knives, and an overwhelming variety on display. Amidst this arsenal, your gaze momentarily locks with Peeta's from across the room, but his eyes quickly avert upon catching yours.

A deep breath courses through you as you clear your mind, fingers decisively reaching for the weapon of your choice.