This is my first attempt into writing Phoenix Wright fanfiction. I've only played the second game of the series, and I really liked a lot of the characters. I only know their English names so please bear with me.
KoDraCan does not own PW. Phoenix Wright is (C) Capcom.
First Lesson
"You have to hold it like so…"
Here was something that few people in the law business would ever witness: Fransika Von Karma giving lessons to someone without whipping the crap out of them. The teal-haired 18-year-old was instructing the 23-year-old Adrian Andrews the art of using the whip.
So far, poor Adrian managed to get herself wrapped up in the whip after her third attempt at swinging it. Much to the older woman's surprise, Fransika didn't fire off her trademark 'You're not being perfect' rant, like she would to poor Detective Gumshoe.
"I just don't understand the point of wielding this thing!"
"You simply require more practice, Ms. Andrews." Fransika said in an encouraging manner.
"But, what if I'm not strong enough to wield it?"
"Trust me, Ms. Andrews: Any woman can wield the whip, it only takes the right amount of anger."
"…But it's not easy for me to get angry, Ms. Von Karma."
"Oh, I don't know about that…" The young prosecutor mused.
Adrian raised an eyebrow at the muse.
The younger woman began, "You give your emotions far less credit. You present yourself as calm, collective woman, but you must also present yourself as being formidable. Think hard, Adrian…focus on that emotion and crack that whip."
Adrian did as she was told. Her thoughts were focused on the three most influential people in her past. One emotion surfaced through: anger. In her mind's eye, there were the two men. She took aim at Matt EnGuard in her mind's eye and strike, imagining him falling at her hands. When she opened her eyes, the target she had been aiming for had a huge whiplash in the center. Behind her, stood a proud Fransika.
"Not bad, not bad at all, Ms. Andrews." The younger woman said.
Adrian blinked.