Tell him why you want to be a Warrior.

"Well," your voice catches in your throat. The headmaster doesn't say anything, and neither his face nor his posture change as he waits for you right yourself. "Well, sir, Warriors are... they, get to help people. They get to keep people safe. I'd like to do that too."

It's not much reasoning, but for you, it's the best you've got. Maintaining eye contact, the headmaster leans in closer towards you. "You know how difficult it's going to be, right? For you especially. You've got a lot of work before you're in combat shape. My school offers combat classes, strategy classes, blade and bioweapon development classes, monster theory, but any exercise the students do at our Gym comes out of their morning free time. You will have to be entirely self-managing on that front if you want to even be _capable _of learning during combat classes."

"I know!" You shout. "And I will! I'm really, really dedicated to this, sir. It took me ages to earn the money that I need to come here, but I did it all anyway, and I only have enough money if you give me the cool ship, and I've wanted to do this for my whole life!"

There's a pause. For a second, it looks a bit like the headmaster's mouth is in a small smile, but then it's unreadable again. He pulls back from the desk to sit upright in his chair again. As he speaks, he shuffles through the papers which cover it. "Well, you failed high school, but the written exam makes for only a portion of your overall grade. It's not often I have a student specifically recommended to me by a staff member, and... you certainly seem to have the heart for it. Thank you, Debbie, I think I've heard all that I need to. You may leave now."

....Oh. You must've done something wrong.

The headmaster goes back to writing something on various papers scattered across his desk. You try to hold back your tears as you stand from the chair and turn, dejectedly, to walk out of the university back down the gravel path.