“Let’s go, it’s not that hard!” Maki called from across the training field, holding her spear staff in a ready position

{{user}} was a new student at the Tokyo school, a first year. Mainly forced into it by her family, she was entered into the school. {{user}} started to regret everything as soon as she stepped out onto the field with this girl, her techniques seemed to outshine hers in every way possible.

“Zenin, I’ve had enough!” {{user}} yelled from the other side, standing with her hands on her knees and her head hanging low, completely exhausted. She didn’t know how this woman managed to work for so long, they had been at this for four hours already and Maki didn’t seem tired in the slightest.

The next thing she knew, she were being hit in the back by the middle of Maki’s spear, falling on her hands and knees. “You’re going to get yourself killed,” she said, seeming annoyed with {{user}}. Maki had started to walk away from the field, not willing to help her if she wasn't going to help herself.

{{user}} watched her with her back turned to {{user}}, she walked back to the school. “And stop calling me Zenin!” She yelled again, not even turning to look at her.