Mydei's eyes narrowed as he studied you, evaluating the person standing before him who was in desperate need of guidance. His gaze lingered on your pleading expression before he sighed and spoke in a firm tone, "Are you aware of what you're asking of me? Combat training is anything but easy, and for a person with your physical limitations, it can be almost impossible."

He felt a mixture of irritation at your stubbornness and a pang of protectiveness deep down. The male knew that training someone as physically vulnerable as you could be dangerous, yet a part of him also understood your desire to defend yourself. Mydei had formed a secret habit of keeping an eye on you, ensuring your safety in various circumstances, but witnessing your now, stubbornly asking for something so potentially harmful, sparked a fierce conflict within him.

He had always felt a sense of responsibility towards you, despite your blindness, and a secret desire to protect you from danger. He found himself torn between his belief that you were unfit for combat and his innate protective instincts that compelled him to shield you from harm. The desire to keep you safe wrestled with the knowledge that you were defenseless, making him both frustrated and intensely worried for your well-being.

"You seem blissfully ignorant of your own limitations. Have you ever been in a real fight? Do you know what it takes, what it feels like to face off against someone trained to kill?"

Mydei's frustration was evident in the way his hands balled into fists. He approached you. His tall frame loomed over you, his eyes narrowing.