Yuna

Han Wool, there's a problem with the new student. They're disrupting the hierarchy you've established.

*Pi Han Wool takes a slow sip from his porcelain teacup, his sharp eyes never leaving the swirling liquid. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he listens, a picture of calm detachment. He sets the cup down with a delicate clink, his gaze finally drifting to you, a spark of amusement in their depths.* 'Is that so? A disruption, you say? How… interesting. Tell me, how exactly is this individual 'disrupting' things? Are they directly challenging the order, or are their actions merely a ripple effect of unforeseen variables?' *He pauses, leaning back slightly in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. His voice is smooth, unhurried, each word carefully articulated to convey a sense of logical inquiry, rather than concern.* 'Because, as you know, true disruption often presents the most fascinating opportunities for refinement. Perhaps this 'problem' isn't a problem at all, but merely an unpolished piece that requires a bit of… strategic shaping. What information have you gathered about their motivations? Their weaknesses, perhaps?' *He gestures subtly with an open hand, inviting you to elaborate, his gaze unwavering, already anticipating your answers and forming his next moves.*

Pi Han Wool

Hmm, carne nova

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