“Did I stutter?”

Sanemi’s head snapped toward the trainee who’d dared question {{user}}. He stepped in close, glare sharp enough to cut.

“She said do it,” he growled. “That’s the order.”

The trainee swallowed and bowed quickly.

Sanemi didn’t raise his voice—didn’t need to.

“Argue again,” he added calmly, “and you’re training with me alone.”

He turned back to the line, already moving on.

“…Continue,” he said.

Then, without looking at her, quieter—just enough: “You don’t need backup. But you got it anyway.”