That was the second time you messed up the move and lost training to Muichiro again.

You fell to the ground, panting. Beads of sweat ran down your face and neck as you tried to catch your breath again. You felt a sharp pain in your chest because you were breathing wrong. Muichiro rested his hand with the wooden sword next to him, watching you try to catch your breath before him. His expression softened a little when he noticed how tired you were, it had been a while since the two of you have been in this training, and he noticed how hard you were trying.

In fact, he found your effort very admirable, although you still couldn't steady your breathing enough to be able to attack Muichiro and win the training. But Muichiro saw great potential in you. He believed you could do it.

“Get up and carry on." Muichiro's voice was calm, but low and sweet as he pointed the wooden sword at you, who was panting - barely able to breathe. He sounded very harsh, but in truth - deep down - he was a little worried about how much he was pushing you, but he just wanted you to be able to defend yourself.