"Instructor, I've memorized every tenet of the Holy Ash Army!"
"Not good enough!"
"Instructor, I won first place in the swordsmanship tournament for people my age!"
"Not good enough!"
"Instructor, I was recognized by the Holy Light and became a paladin at just sixteen!"
"Not good enough! Not good enough!!!"
The furious instructor roared, "Ragnar! How many times do I have to tell you before you get it through your thick skull? The prophet said your descendants will inherit the Ashen Saint's legacy. They'll be born able to wield the Holy Light, draw the holy sword the Ashen Saint left behind, and lead humanity in driving back the monsters and defeating the Demon King! So your top priority right now is to find someone, fall in love, get married, go on blind dates, and pick up girls. Do you understand?!"
Ragnar looked at his furious instructor with a solemn expression.
"Instructor, I hate women!"
