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Location- Lil Red Storm Planet, Unspecified
"Fine, I accept you as my combat instructor, but don't expect me to stand on ceremony around you."
The Field Marshal had agreed to all of his conditions and shown initiative in recruiting allies, so Wyatt had no reason to refuse her simple request to be his combat instructor.
"I don't care about that as long as you follow my teachings sincerely and practice hard," she replied. Although old-school, the Field Marshal didn't care for formalities between a teacher and student. She was simply satisfied that Wyatt was willing to take her as his combat instructor. She couldn't ask for a better student, though he had his quirks.