Was That Really Pin Missile!?

Inside the school gymnasium.

As the electronic clock ticked over to 7:58, a hulking figure appeared in the gym.

A crew cut, olive-green clothes, bulging muscles, a stern face, sharp eyes, and a vicious scar.

Together, those features weighed on everyone like a boulder, snuffing out the relaxed, cheerful atmosphere in an instant.

The newcomer was none other than Wang He, the Small Class's homeroom teacher and training instructor!

At the sight of him, not only did the Regular Pokémon Class students fall silent, but the Small Class students quickly quieted down too, instinctively forming ranks.

Mu Yun wasn't afraid, but out of respect, he joined the formation and stood at attention.

The gym was suddenly divided into two groups.

On one side were the Regular Pokémon Class students, sitting wherever they liked in the stands, disorderly but quiet.

On the other were the Small Class students, standing neatly and silently with their heads high and shoulders back.

Order and bearing couldn't determine a Trainer's strength, but forming ranks made it easy to get into the right frame of mind.

It was something like muscle memory, or habit.

"Good. You're all looking sharp. Go find somewhere to sit."

Looking at the Small Class students standing tall and alert, Wang He nodded in satisfaction.

Without rules, there could be no order. Too much freedom and laxity only bred laziness. He firmly believed that, and he had always held to it.

That was why he admired Mu Yun's effort and tenacity in training through rain or shine, even on weekends and holidays. It was also why he had volunteered to mentor him.

Talent was one thing. Character was what mattered most.

"The school has already issued a document covering the details of the Provincial Joint Exam, so I won't repeat them. There's