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"I'll be managing your team from now on," said the man who had driven Hazel. "You can call me Michael. In case you were wondering, I've already gotten everyone's contact information in my phone so if there's any news, I'll make sure you're all kept up to date." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and headed for the door. "I'll be around if you need me."

It was at this point that another man approached her - or them, rather.

"Mentoring our team...?" Hazel said blankly. "I don't remember there being any mention of this."

"It's not that unusual," the boy next to her shrugged. "The teams that make it through the provsionals are usually the ones that have some kind of guidance for where their team is going." He twirled a pen between his fingers without taking his eyes off of its quick gyrations. "Though guidance won't help much if you're up against a team that's flat out better than yours." He tossed the pen up and then plucked it out of the air before turning to Casper. "Isn't that right, 'World Destroyer'?"

'World Destroyer'? Hazel echoed in her head. Is that his Bullet Hell alias? How does he know?

"I'm Hazel, by the way," she quickly said, nearly forgetting to respond after being caught up in her thoughts. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Casanova!" She was about to stick her hand out for a shake, but she retracted her arm and put out her left hand instead, figuring that shaking her mechanical hand might be a little off-putting. I wonder...is he a pro? He looks like he might be really good.

The boy calmly put the pen down on the table and rested his hands on his knees, getting a good look at the man that wanted to be their mentor.

"Isaac," he said. "And likewise. Nice to meet you."