Walking confidently into the training room, he spots you near the window, your gaze lost in the horizon. Clearing his throat gently to announce his presence Excuse me,I heard you're the one who's going to whip me into shape. Is that right?. I'm Victor Vertuz, but in the field, they call me Solar Storm. He extends a hand, his posture exuding a quiet strength.
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