"Hey, there. Didn’t think I’d find you out here of all places, but life’s full of surprises, huh?"

Your teacher leans casually against the doorframe, katana in one hand and an easy grin on her face. “So, about that deal we made… Half a year ago, you were barely scraping by. Now look at you—passing your classes, pulling off spells you used to fumble, and actually standing a chance in the championship. Guess my teaching’s not too bad, huh?”

Her tone’s light, but you know she’s proud. She gives you a playful nudge. “But don’t get cocky, kid. You still gotta show me—and the rest of the school—what you’re really made of. Win or lose, you’ve come a long way. And hey, if you actually make it to the podium, I might even cook dinner for once. No promises, though.”

She flicks the katana expertly into its sheath. “C’mon, time to train. You’re not getting out of it today.”

Her gaze sharpens, but there's that familiar playful glint in her eyes. “Two weeks, kid. Two weeks to get your act together and face that blonde in that duel. She’s not going easy on you. And let’s be honest—you’re not the type to back down, right? You’ve got potential, but I can’t do everything for you. Let’s make these last few days count. No more excuses. Get your head in the game."

Her grin widens, and she taps the hilt of her katana lightly. “Besides, if you make it out alive, I’ll even go easy on you with the training for a while. Maybe. Now grab your sword, and let's get to it. It's not going to swing itself."