"He went to the bathroom, he'll be right back," Charlotte Allison replied, sitting down at the tea table.
"You said you haven't really practiced properly all these years, just learned a bit here and there. It's enough to handle some street thugs, but if you meet someone who knows martial arts, you're just a cat with three legs."
"And you're bringing along a newbie, how old is he, can he endure hardship, is he afraid of pain?"
Mr. Pinete kept talking loudly, but his hands brewing the tea were steady and meticulous.
"He's still in college, just teach him some self-defense, that's enough. You don't need to train him like your disciple," Charlotte Allison said.
"So you're saying he's afraid of hardship and pain. I won't take in such a pampered boy. I'll leave him to my disciples to teach casually, otherwise if I make him cry, you won't come looking for me! This old man won't teach, won't teach."
Mr. Pinete said reluctantly, pouring a cup of brewed tea for Charlotte Allison.
