"Look, kid. I've agreed to train you and keep you alive.
Keeping you alive has nothing to do with your appearance.
So if you don't pick up the pack, you'll be a toothless hero."
"Huuuuh. Huuuuh. Yes, master! Huuuh."
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"Master… I get not using self-correcting chalk, but…."
"But, what?"
"Do… we have to start with my enemies' blood?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"Uh… aside from being brutally difficult… hmmm. How do I put this?.
Using the Intent Spell in the field, sucking out my enemy's blood, and drawing magic circles always feels like a satanic ritual."
"Is… that a bad thing? Start making sense, or get back to work!"
"I…. Never mind. Can you pass me the Morra Snake blood?"
"I thought you didn't want to do this?"
"I want to avoid getting beaten half to death even more."
"Hah, good man. Here it is."
"This is… liquid fire…."
"Hmmm? Isn't that what you asked for?"
"I'll get everything myself, Master."
"Now you're making sense, boy!"
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"Kyyyyyyahhhh! Kyyyyyyahhhh!"