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conversations.value:  "Please call me Miss Taylor." Personally, I had no problem being called Miss Rae, but as a teacher, I had to set some boundaries. "Some of you are older than me, but please understand that I ask this not as a matter of age, but one of respect." The Academy differed from modern-day Japanese schools in that students of different ages could be put in the same class. It had been the same way back when I was a student.
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conversations.value:  "But of course! Miss Taylor, you’re the legend who achieved the highest test score in the history of the academy, all while in your first year!"
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conversations.value:  Oh, no… Not this again.
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conversations.value:  "Aren’t you also a hero of the revolution, Miss Taylor?!"
conversations.prefix: Student:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "It’s an honor to be taught by you!"
conversations.prefix: Student:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Please show us your ultra-high aptitude magic!" The students all began speaking at once.
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Jeez. For better or worse, I had made a bit of a name for myself in the Bauer Kingdom. I hadn’t done much—a bit of this, a bit of that—and somehow, I still wound up being considered one of the key figures of the revolution. But I mean, really? The entire time, I’d had nothing on my mind but stopping Claire’s execution. At any rate, I had to do something about this situation. Maybe I could try that thing I did last year again? "Is anyone here afraid of heights?"
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conversations.value:  "Nope!"
conversations.prefix: Student:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Not a problem!"
conversations.prefix: Student:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "More importantly, show us your ultra-high apt-"
conversations.prefix: Student:
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conversations.value:  No one? Up they go, then! "Uplift!" The earth rose from underneath my students’ feet, lifting them thirty feet or so into the air. It was the opposite version of the pitfall magic I used to toy with Claire.
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Wh-whoa!"
conversations.prefix: Student:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "S-so high!"
conversations.prefix: Student:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Eek!"
conversations.prefix: Student:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Psychologically speaking, thirty feet felt higher than it actually was. Furthermore, I lifted them each individually instead of as one big group, giving them frighteningly little space to stand on. Naturally, I was ready to catch any student who fell—but they didn’t know that. "Please don’t interrupt me while I’m talking. If you do, I might have to punish you like this. Are we clear?"
conversations.prefix: Rae Taylor:
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conversations.value:  The students furiously nodded.
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conversations.value:  "Very good. I’ll lower you all down now." The students breathed a sigh of relief as they returned to level ground. "Let’s have you introduce yourselves, then. Starting from the right." The students gave me no further problems. Sometimes you had to show you meant business to make them listen to you. Of course, as I mentioned earlier, that didn’t mean you should be a tyrant. You needed to earn their attention by proving you had something real to teach them—hence the earth magic. While students of the Academy tended to be gifted or privileged, they still hadn’t received any training in the practical application of magic. Many students hadn’t so much as seen magic before. But just showing off wouldn’t earn me their respect.
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