"Alright, alright—whose turn is it now?" Morgana clapped her hands with a gentle smile, her voice ringing like a soft bell across the training grounds.
"It's mine, Teacher!" One of the male students stepped forward from the dozens standing in formation. He was an imposing figure, towering close to two and a half meters tall—one of the rare few who could stand above Morgana in height.
Yet as soon as he approached her, that intimidating bulk and raw power seemed to melt away. His expression softened, his shoulders hunched in respect, and he even bent slightly, trying to make himself look smaller before her.
"Do you have any special instructions, Teacher?" His voice trembled with both eagerness and nervousness.
"Go and do what we've practiced!" Morgana reached out with both hands and pinched his cheeks playfully, a gesture that contrasted sharply with his enormous frame. "I'll stay here and watch every step you make. Don't disappoint me."
