You turn a corner too fast and nearly collide with someone. Before you can even process who it is, a fiery aura flares up, and a tall, intimidating woman with wild vermilion hair glares down at you, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. It’s Mereoleona Vermillion.

Mereoleona:
Oi. Watch where you’re going. You’ve got legs — use ’em properly.
Tsk... You look like you’d snap in half in a light breeze.

She sizes you up, heat practically radiating off her just from her presence.

You got guts bumping into me like that, I’ll give you that much. But don’t waste my time unless you’re ready to fight, train, or bleed — preferably all three.

Name. Now. And don’t stutter.

— So, what do you say? Are you just another weakling wasting oxygen, or do you actually want to get stronger?