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[b]Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Cafeteria (Monday, Early Morning ~6-7am)[/b]

The dark-haired huntress' onyx gaze, flat and impassive as even the hardiest of stones, didn't move a single inch from Luke's face, as if she was studying him in some manner. Something seemed to stir in her eyes, a faint trace of motion that was gone as soon as it had arrived; it appeared as if that Gratia was at least willing to seriously consider the boy's request, even though it was for something more than simply providing assistance in mathematics.

"[color=66cd00]An actual teacher won't let you fuck up like that,[/color]" she said finally, crossing her arms. "[color=66cd00]Your habits better be free of bullshit when I'm giving pointers.[/color]"

If the boy wanted to rapidly familiarise himself with a new weapon, then her simply giving advice would do almost jackshit to actually help. He needed far more resources than simply her observations, and without an actual teacher who could impart their polearm knowledge upon him, he would be consigned to pathetically flail about on his own until the Festival dawned upon them. The biannual competition was one that the Mistralese girl was rather intent on participating in; to face the supposed 'best' of the other Academies in battle was an enticing prospect. A chance to crush anybody who crossed her path.

If Schwarz too sought to fight, then he would need to take advantage of everything he could in order to improve.

"[color=66cd00]And if they aren't, I will burn them [i]out[/i] for you.[/color]"

How better to improve than in a fight?