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Maxine's POV

When I arrived at the training ground, I was taken aback by the sight of girls my age, all dressed in training outfits and looking serious. Training, They moved with precision and purpose, their faces set in determined expressions. Out of excitement, I waved at them and smiled, hoping to make a connection. But none of them responded. I quickly realized that everyone meant business here; nobody was chatting or laughing, it was just cold expressions throughout. the training ground was a place for combat, not casual socializing.

I composed myself and continued watching, admiring those who were engaged in fierce training. They moved with such skill and strength, and I found myself wishing I could learn to fight like that. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice the stern voice yelling at me until it was too late.

"Hey! You!" the voice boomed.

I turned around to see a gigantic man glaring at me. He was a warrior, no doubt about it, and his presence was intimidating.

"This place i