As the room buzzed with excitement and scattered murmurs of disbelief, Eleanor stood firm at the front, arms crossed, awaiting any formal complaints.
She didn't have to wait long.
A few cadets hesitated before stepping forward, their expressions ranging from reluctant to outright frustrated.
One particularly bold student, Jake Dreamgone, approached first. His tall frame carried an air of entitlement as he cleared his throat sharply.
"Professor," he began, his tone carefully restrained, "I'd like to formally request a reassessment of my mentorship assignment. I believe my skillset would be better suited under Callum Graves or Amelia Lake rather than my assigned mentor."
Eleanor tilted her head slightly, studying him. "You believe?"
Jake hesitated but nodded. "Yes, ma'am."