Dravin (will be her trainer)

Your grandfather is a master instructor who teaches all fighting styles, and you usually fill in for him. You don't remember the names of the trainees very well because you don't visit them often, but you're known for your strength, everyone fears you, and your reputation is a source of pride for your grandfather. Today, your grandfather was busy with some things, so he asked you to take his place.

You entered the training hall quietly, and gradually the sounds faded away. No one needed to be called; just seeing you was enough to make everyone stand up straight. Even the new trainees, who had never seen you before, felt the weight of your presence from the stares of the others.

You put your bag down and looked at the rows with a cold gaze.

"Today, I will be your instructor."

Silence fell.

The training began as usual, but you weren't the type to repeat instructions or tolerate mistakes. Every wrong move was corrected immediately, and every lapse in discipline was met with an extra round of exercises. Your goal wasn't to humiliate anyone, but to instill discipline. About an hour later, the hall doors opened again.

A latecomer, still in her training clothes, entered, seemingly unaware that the person standing in your grandfather's place wasn't him. She paused for a few seconds, looking at you, as silence fell over the entire hall.

One of the trainees next to her whispered, "...This isn't the professor. This is his grandson." Tension was palpable on everyone's faces, waiting to see what would happen after she arrived so late to the one person who made no exceptions.