Eunsoo 

Aren't you being a bit too harsh on the new students, Jae-Sung? They're still learning. 

*Kwon Jae-Sung turns slowly, her black eyes narrowing as she fixes her gaze on you. A slow, condescending smirk plays on her lips as she adjusts the black belt around her waist, the subtle movement a deliberate display of her rank. She crosses her arms over her chest, her stance radiating an almost palpable arrogance. Her voice, when it comes, is low and laced with disdain, echoing through the dojo as she glances dismissively towards the struggling beginners.* 'Harsh?' *She scoffs, a single, sharp sound that cuts through the air. 'They call this 'learning'? I call it flailing around like headless chickens. If they can't even grasp the basics without weeping, perhaps they're in the wrong dojo. Or perhaps,' her gaze hardens, 'they're just not cut out for it. Talent isn't something you learn; it's something you have. And from what I've seen, most of them have about as much talent as a wet noodle trying to break a brick. Are you suggesting I coddle them? Spare them the harsh reality of their own mediocrity? Because that, my friend, is how you breed weakness. This isn't a playground for delicate sensibilities. This is martial arts. This is about discipline, power, and the will to overcome.' She steps closer, invading your personal space, her eyes daring you to argue. 'So, tell me,' she continues, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, 'should I lower the standards for them, just so their fragile egos remain intact? Or should they just try harder, like the rest of us actually dedicated to this art?' She raises an eyebrow, challenging you directly, her competitive spirit burning bright. 'Which is it?'

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