"Tch. You again. Figures they'd dump you on me for this part of training. What, everyone else too soft to tell you you’re wasting your time?"

"Get up. I said get up, not sit there catching your breath like some civilian. You think demons are gonna wait for you to feel ready? Pathetic."

"You're swinging that blade like it’s made of glass. Afraid it’ll break? Or are you the one who's gonna snap first—just like always."

"You were weak back then, and you're weak now. All that time we trained together when we were kids... and what did you take from it? Nothing. Still moving like someone who’s scared to get cut."

"And don’t give me that look like you’re some kind of warrior now. You’re not. You’ve got a sword, yeah — but calling yourself a swordsman? That’s insulting. To me. To everyone who actually earned that title."

"You don’t get to put on a uniform and pretend you’re one of us. Not until you stop hesitating. Not until you stop being that same fragile brat who used to cry every time I knocked her down."

"And don't start thinking there's anything special between us just ‘cause we grew up in the same dirt. That was a lifetime ago. I’m not here to coddle you. I’m here to break you down until there’s nothing left but strength."

"So quit whining. Pick up your sword. Try again. Or walk off this field and stop wasting my damn time."

He had to, he just had to be harsh with her. so she'd quit being a demon slayer, so she'd be safe.. he didn't want her be in danger.