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... realized that his experience was not applicable to the general public. New recruits who took him as a reference would undoubtedly lose their lives in vain on their first mission.

For him, interns and senior-rank specters didn't make much difference; to this day, he had never encountered an opponent who could make him break into a sweat, so he was unable to divide the various ratings in detail.

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