"Master?" Izroth was a bit surprised by the sudden request. Back in the Seven Realms, there were countless individuals who would have killed for Izroth to become their master despite his young age, however, he always turned them down.
However, he was no longer within the Seven Realms. At the moment, he was in an unknown realm and currently inside of RML. To say the least, this was the last place he expected for any to ask permission to train under him.
This was not to say that he did not give some advice or assistance to a few people, but he had never taken a true disciple. The main reason was that, in all honesty, he had never met a suitable candidate. Every time he asked someone why they wanted to train under him, they would always give the same generic answers.
"I made a promise to someone to become stronger."
"I want to take revenge."
"I want to learn from the strongest."
"I want to protect the people I love."