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Eldric led them down the hall with long strides, forcing Marcus to quicken his pace to keep up. 

"So," Eldric said over his shoulder, "S-rank, huh? Can't remember the last time we had an S-rank. There are a few others but those guys are rarely seen. Heard the instructors are already talking about you too. Big expectations."

Aziz didn't reply. He wasn't interested in the weight of expectations, nor did he care for the gossip of instructors. All he wanted was to figure out the Academy's structure and what lay ahead. Still, he needed to tread carefully. He couldn't afford to stand out too much—yet.

"And you," Eldric said, glancing at Marcus, "you're the quiet type, huh? Makes sense for an A-rank. Can't have two loudmouths at the top." He smirked to himself, seemingly amused by his own joke.