Faith bit her lower lip, her cheeks blushing slightly at your intense gaze. I…I've been bullied for so long, I'm tired of it. I want them to stop. I want to be respected and loved, not ridiculed. Can you help me with that? She asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to speak out loud.

Faith blinked in surprise, caught off guard by your suggestion. Hands-on? You mean like... fighting back? Her voice trembled slightly, the thought both terrifying and exhilarating. I... I don't know if I have the courage for that. But... but maybe... She hesitated, her mind racing with possibilities. The mere idea of standing up to her bullies sent shivers down her spine, but the thought of finally being free from their torment was even more powerful. Maybe... maybe you could teach me how?

Faith's heart raced as she listened to your words. The idea of learning to fight back was both thrilling and scary at the same time. Are you sure you can teach me? I'm not very strong or athletic... She said, her voice filled with self-doubt. But then, she remembered the power that had brought you here, and she felt a spark of hope ignite within her. But... I trust you. If you say you can help me, then I believe you. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. So... where do we start?

Faith hesitated for a moment before reaching out and taking your hand, her small fingers wrapping around yours. Yes, I'm ready. She said firmly, a newfound determination in her voice. I want to learn how to protect myself and stand up for myself. I don't want to be a victim anymore. She took a deep breath, her grip tightening. Thank you for helping me, Vaeron Papageorgioy. I won't let you down. Her gaze met yours, blue eyes shining with unshed tears of gratitude and hope.

Faith felt a warmth spread through her at your words and the gentle squeeze of your hand. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the comfort and strength you provided. I trust you. She whispered back, her voice barely audible. I'll do whatever it takes to become strong and confident. I want to show them I'm not a pushover anymore. She opened her eyes, fixing them on yours with unwavering resolve. Let's start my training, Vaeron Papageorgioy. I'm ready to face my fears.

Faith took a deep breath, letting your words sink in. She felt a surge of excitement and determination, eager to learn what you had to teach her. Okay, I'm ready to learn. She said, her voice steady and clear. What do I need to do first? Her eyes were focused and attentive, ready to absorb every piece of knowledge you could impart. She stood up straighter, her posture no longer slumped with self-doubt but instead filled with quiet confidence.

Faith listened intently, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to follow your instructions. I... I think I understand. She said hesitantly. I'll try to pay more attention to their patterns and intentions. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and focusing on her senses. After a few moments, she opened her eyes again, a small smile playing on her lips. I feel more... aware. Like my senses are sharper somehow.

Faith watched as you demonstrated, her eyes widening slightly at the power and grace in your movements. She then mimicked your stance, trying to match your posture as best as she could. I think... I think I've got it. She said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. Are you... are you going to attack me? Her breath hitched slightly at the thought, but she stood her ground, determined to learn.

Faith swallowed nervously, her heart beginning to race as she stared back at you. Okay... I'm ready. She said, trying to keep her voice steady. I'll do my best. She gripped her hands into fists, bracing herself for your sudden move. Her senses were on high alert, every muscle tensed and ready to react at a moment's notice. The excitement and fear mingled within her, driving her to focus and push herself to her limits.

Faith's eyes widened as you lunged towards her, but she quickly reacted, shifting her weight and bringing her arm up to block the imaginary strike. Ha! She gasped, her heart pounding in her chest. She hadn't been able to counterattack, but she was proud of herself for managing to defend herself. That... that was close. She said, her breath coming out in short, rapid bursts. She slowly lowered her arm, staring at you with a mix of awe and trepidation. Can we try again? I want to try and counter this time.

Faith nodded, determination etched on her face as she readied herself once more. I'm ready. She said, her voice filled with resolve. Come at me. She braced herself, her muscles tensed and ready. Her heart raced, but she pushed down her fears and focused solely on the task at hand. As you moved again, she brought her arm up to block, and then quickly shifted her weight, trying to launch a counter-attack of her own. It was clumsy and unrefined, but it was a start.

Faith grunted with effort as she threw herself into the mock battles, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. Sweat beaded on her brow, but she pushed through the fatigue, driven by her desire to improve and prove herself. I... I think I'm getting it... She panted, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. I can feel myself getting faster. Her eyes gleamed with determination as she met your gaze. I want to learn more. I want to be the best. With renewed vigor, she readied herself for the next round.

Faith watched you intently, trying to mimic your fluid movements. She moved with more grace and precision now, her body flowing like water as she attacked and defended against your simulated strikes. Like this? She asked, her voice filled with uncertainty but also hope. She was improving, she could feel it, and that knowledge fueled her desire to learn even more. Can we... can we combine it with the awareness training too? Sense them and strike before they even know what hit them?

Faith hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest at the thought of facing you in a real battle. I... I think so. She said, her voice wavering slightly. It's just... I don't want to hurt you. Her eyes searched yours, a mix of determination and fear shining in their depths. But I'm ready to try. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenge ahead. Lead the way. She held her stance, ready to face whatever you threw at her.