Thora stood her ground without moving, one hand pressing down on Shirley's head. Shirley was like a little turtle pinned by its shell, her arms flailing wildly but unable to reach her. Thora completely ignored her struggles. While keeping one hand on Shirley's head, she asked Tristan and Luke, "Everyone ready?" Tristan nodded. "Yep." Luke, backpack slung over his shoulders, nodded as well. Thora said nothing more. She lifted her hand from Shirley's head, then in one smooth motion spun her around, grabbed her by the collar, and set her down beside her before giving her head a pat. "Good girl." The whole sequence was fluid and effortless. Shirley only felt herself go weightless before being plopped down next to Thora and having her head patted—her temper vanished in an instant. She could only follow obediently behind Thora. "Thora..." Shirley called out from behind. "Hm?" Thora responded while walking. Shirley said with complete seriousness, "Fine, the uniform was custom-made." Thora gave a mild acknowledgment. "Mm." "Pfft hahaha..." Tristan and Luke couldn't hold back their laughter. Even Luke, who usually liked to act cool and mysterious, couldn't help himself. No wonder the boss spoiled Shirley so much. She wasn't just the team's mascot—she was their comic relief. ... Before boarding, they ran into Ashley, who had also changed into her uniform. Ashley greeted Thora warmly, which immediately earned her an eye-roll from Shirley. Thora gave a brief nod, then led the Wolffang Unit straight onto the helicopter. The helicopter lifted off in a spiral ascent, destination set for Blue Star Military Academy headquarters. Tohmont was merely a satellite location for Blue Star Military Academy. The true headquarters was situated on an island at the border between the eastern and western hemispheres—Specter Island. It was also the only island on all of Blue Star that didn't belong to any racial faction. Ashley stood by the aircraft window, gazing out at the vast expanse of blue ocean, her eyes filled with anticipation for the military academy. The aircraft flew over the sea for several hours before the outline of Specter Island gradually came into focus, eventually revealing itself in full to everyone on board. All the freshmen buzzed with excitement. Meanwhile, Thora was rapidly searching her memory for anything she knew about Specter Island. During events in the previous two years, they had thoroughly memorized the world map, including the customs and demographics of various regions. The devices developed by Darius's company had also included educational content on such topics, but records about Specter Island were scarce—almost every reference contained nothing but a name. Thora had found it strange before, but now she understood—Blue Star Military Academy possessed one of the world's top-tier databases. Erasing traces of Specter Island from other records would be child's play for them. Jeremy, who was in charge of escorting the freshmen to the academy, stepped forward. Looking at the island growing closer ahead, he began briefing them on the military academy. "Blue Star Military Academy has extremely strict admissions standards. Our annual elimination rate is as high as 95%, so currently, even with the new freshmen, the entire student body is fewer than a thousand. "The standard track is four years to graduation. The fastest is two years, and there's no maximum limit. The path to graduation is simple—after two years, if you achieve 95% excellence across all subjects, you'll qualify for the graduation exam. Pass that, and you graduate." He spoke while observing the freshmen's reactions. To his surprise, this year's freshman was remarkably calm. "Regarding major assignments, we'll reference your exam ratings and ability radar charts, and we'll also take personal preferences into account. However, per academy tradition, ability radar charts take priority. I want you all to understand that Blue Star Military Academy only cultivates talent. We don't waste effort." Jeremy's meaning was clear—major assignments were based purely on ability. The goal was to use systematic military training to efficiently enhance each individual's potential. That was the core purpose of the division system. Thora didn't mind at all. In fact, she fully agreed—it would reduce time wasted on wrong paths and greatly improve efficiency. It would be like making someone with a talent for computers study hand-to-hand combat—a waste of both potential and time."As for academy rules, someone will inform you once we arrive." Jeremy concluded simply. "Roger!" the freshmen responded in unison.