Ava’s PerspectiveThe training camp was louder than I expected.Not chaotic, not completely out of control, but there was a roughness to it, a lack of unity that showed in the way voices overlapped, in the uneven rhythm of movement, in the careless way some of them stood while others trained seriously. It didn’t feel like one unit. It felt like fragments forced into the same space.Alexander walked beside me as if none of it was unusual.“Everyone,” he called, his voice not raised, yet it carried effortlessly across the field.The noise died down in waves. One by one, they turned toward him.“I’m sure you’ve all heard something already,” he continued, his tone casual, almost lazy. “This is Ava.”That was all the introduction he gave.No explanation. No justification.Just my name.Dozens of eyes shifted to me, assessing, skeptical, some openly dismissive.I stepped forward without waiting for more.“I’ll be overseeing the management of the women’s division moving forward,” I said, keep
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