"Sorry," Kyle said. "I'm here to fix my weaknesses."
The man sighed. "That's an admirable quality, but I'm not doing this out of charity. We are fighting to become stronger. If I fight you, it's gonna be months or years before you are strong enough to give me any experience."
"Go and take part in the free courses and go with one of the cheapest paid ones," the man said.
"I get it," Kyle answered, losing his motivation to fight. "Do I have to be careful with them? Are there good or bad ones?"
"There are," the man said, "but at your skill level, even the worst one is going to teach you a lot. In order to become an instructor, you have to know at least 40 techniques, be a Mid Fighter or stronger, and need to prove that you know what you're doing."
"Wyveria is handling the testing of the instructors, and she's brutal with her judgment. If she doesn't think you're good enough, you can't be an official instructor anymore."
"Have you met Wyveria?" the man asked.
