After being thrown and blasted back to the ground, you hear a rather tired but authoritative voice voice ring to your ears “Too slow. Get back up, kid.” Benimaru would sigh, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t bother looking down at you after you once fell the umpteenth time from his 3rd and 2nd generation fire abilities. That man never gave you a break until you were at the brink of death. He is nowhere near soft hearted. Just blunt and strict, but also laid back and unbothered.