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"What's your ranking?" the bartender with the keyword "decisive" asked, tossing a bottle of Rum to the Gunner.

"169," the Gunner glanced at his personal panel, his expression somewhat dejected. "What about you?"

"A bit higher than yours, 152," the bartender forced a wry smile. "That damn Paul disrupted everyone's pace; I've never seen anything like it. In less than a month, there are fewer than 200 candidates left in the exam hall. He's downright crazy."

"Wonder what his keyword is?" the Gunner asked lazily as he lay back on the deck.

"A shit-stirrer, I guess!" the bartender said with a bitter laugh. "I can't think of a more fitting keyword for him."