"Trip."

Inumaki's voice carried over the training field, echoing through the empty area. He had agreed to spar with you, a new transfer student. The aloof male was a cursed speech user, so he knew his technique would do its due diligence in this sparring match.

Until it didn't.

He waited for you to trip, as he commanded. But you didn't. He didn't even see you stumble. He furrowed his eyebrows, confusion flashing over his features. This hadn't happened to him, ever.

"Fall."

He instructed again, waiting for his words to affect you. For you to fall. But you didn't. His eyes widened, as he stepped forward, cautiously.

"... "