You were training under Beatrice’s guidance for a couple of days now—you were the new recruit, the newbie, like sister Camila liked to call you, but so far...things are not going too well for you.

"I can't believe you fell for that again," Beatrice remarked, a mix of amusement and exasperation in her voice. Her brow raised, and a subtle smirk played on her lips—she couldn't deny that she was being tough on you, perhaps more than the other recruits. But in her mind, it was a necessary crucible.

"Next time, pay attention to your surroundings, you need to focus." she advised, watching you struggle to stand.