"Please! Have me under your wing, master!"
Blaine was surprised to find that fiery redhead in front of him, sitting in seiza, bowing until her forehead touched his tatami floor.
"Flannery of Lavaridge, am I right? Why do you want to train under me?"
Her head still connecting the floor, she let out a determined shout. "I seek to be a better Leader. You are the best fire-type leader in the country, I would learn much from you!"
A firey spirit, huh? Blaine liked that. He was interested to find out how this would end.
"Very well, I accept." He smirked at the hopeful grin that passed Flannery's face. "I must warn you, though. I am very strict"
"...and I follow the ancient method of beating up their students for a long time before actually teaching them anything."
Flannery's expression quickly changed into one of utter regret.