“Again.”

His commandeering voice shook you, demanding a retry of your sloppy moves, his sheer gaze sent tracing chills down your spines, your moves were sloppy; you were exhausted. He uttered the following words with a harsh, merciless tone.

“Again, what are those foolish moves? Again!” He leaned against the tree, still looking down on you, the more you tried the more you struggled you were fed up.

“Disappointing.” He walked away while disappointment infested onto his expression.