Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

"If you won't acknowledge me, I'll train until you do!" Flora declared, her voice ringing with audacity.

Everyone at the training ground paused, stunned by her boldness. She exuded a powerful aura that made even the bravest among them hesitate. It was an instinctive respect and submission that seemed to well up from deep within their hearts. But then they remembered she was just a woman from the Mortal World. How could this be? How could they be intimidated by someone who didn't know the first thing about ancient martial arts?

Rory's heart skipped a beat, but the thought of Flora's origins made his expression sour. Talk was cheap. What was the use of aura without real skill? Without genuine ability, you were nothing. Could Flora really stand up to their challenge?

Connor stood by Flora, momentarily caught off guard by the brilliance in her eyes. His Flora... always strong, always confident, no matter where she was. She shone so brightly, it was impossible to look away. If she wanted to take on a challenge, he would let her. "Anyone up for challenging Flora? Step right up," Connor announced.

Despite his invitation, hesitation lingered. Flora seemed so delicate that even a slight misstep might break her. How could they challenge her when she was the boss's cherished one? Hurting her would only bring trouble upon themselves.

Rory, unable to hold back, asked, "Boss, what if we accidentally hurt her?"

Connor chuckled, his laughter as gentle as spring thawing the snow: "That won't happen."

not asking us to hold back, are you?" Rory

low and captivating. "What I meant was, you're not even

men at the training

the words. Could they really not defeat Flora, a mere girl? They were seasoned fighters, trained

spirit flared up. "If we end up hurting her, don't blame

said, taking off his shirt in his typical fashion,

through, cold and commanding, "Put your shirt back

obeyed. They were just

Her Connor was

at Rory

and said, "I

of you.