After easily quelling the little rebellion. Patrick gathered the four representatives and spoke.
"My training you all is something I have the professor's permission for. So I expect no disagreements."
'He should have just said that from the start.' 'Did he really have to say that after beating a man to a bloody pulp?' 'That son of a bitch...'
'A demon.
A true demon.' Receiving the gazes of the four, filled with complaint and mistrust, Patrick spoke.
"My role as your instructor is to make you chicks at least somewhat capable by the day of the tournament. To achieve that, I am prepared to use any means necessary."
At Patrick's words, the four grew tense, yet a corner of their hearts filled with anticipation. They knew it too. That Patrick was an expert on a level completely beyond them.
The opportunity to be taught by such an expert was more precious than gold. But until now, whenever they requested a spar, Patrick would refuse, saying it was a bother, and just sip from his bottle.
They had been disappointed by this countless times, so the thought that he was now going to guide them in earnest was even a welcome one.
"Alright, then I'll ask you this. What is good instruction?"
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