The Taurus Rep merely chuckled at the situation, clearly accustomed to such reactions.

  “Yes. This is a staple necessity in our world, so you must understand it—at least a little—before graduation,” she replied.

  “Ten years feels… long,” Meteora said, keeping the conversation going more to stay awake than from genuine concern. “Is it really that long to learn on site?”

  “Ah! You’re referring to trade training,” she said, nodding approvingly. “Yes—and that is the _fastest_ route. It often takes much longer. That’s why we have you practice the fundamentals here first, so the actual training won’t be as overwhelming.”

  She paused, then straightened slightly. “Before I go over the rules and expectations, let me properly introduce myself. I’m Tori. I’ll be your practical instructor for the next ten years.”

  Meteora inclined his head politely. “Meteora. No first name. I look forward to learning from you, Tori.”

  A flicker of intrigue crossed Tori’s face at the lack of a first name, but she quickly schooled her expression before it could be noticed.

  The other two students finally snapped out of their shock and introduced themselves as well.

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  Once the introductions were finished, Tori cleared her throat. “Now that we’re acquainted, I’ll explain how your practical class will function.”

  She gestured toward the ore. “For the next ten years, you will conduct self-study on raw Aetherium Ore. Simple as that. During this time, you’ll also attempt to refine it—as much as you’re capable. I’ll act as your mentor, provide resources when needed, and answer questions. While many within the AZC expect perfection, Lady Taurus wishes only to see how far you can go _without_ formal training.”

  Meteora blinked at her, skepticism flickering—then understanding settled in.

  “She’ll be watching,” he murmured. “Grading us herself. She wants to see our limits… and whether we can reach them on our own.”

  Tori laughed softly, impressed. “Exactly, young Meteora. Lady Taurus nurtures those who wish to grow—like plants or livestock under careful care.” Her voice gentled. “If you don’t try your hardest with what you’re given, how can you expect to perform your duties… or protect those you care about?”

  She raised a hand, silencing the other two before they could interrupt.

  “Now then,” Tori continued, her tone brightening, “I’ll show you to your private study rooms, as well as the shared workspaces. Your senior peers will also serve as valuable sources of knowledge.”

  Meteora remained quiet. Socializing held little appeal. He just wanted the class to end—so he could nap, and check on his Ocean of Consciousness.

  The thought of the Ocean grounded him more than sleep ever could. Even now, he could almost feel the steady pull of mana leaving his body—constant, patient, unyielding—like a tide that never truly receded. It hurt, in a dull and familiar way, but it also reminded him that something was growing because of him. Slowly. Quietly. Reliably.

  Noticing his subdued reaction, Tori glanced at him once more and offered a silent prayer.

  _Lady Taurus… please guide him in the way he truly needs._