Obanai speed along with you, wooden bar-like obstacles separating you and him. As you tried to swing your training blade through them accurately to hit him.

Obanai scoffs coldly during the process, his own training blade easily reaching you, whacking you hard. He was so ridiculously good it seemed as if his blade could bend into a snake and bite you.

“You’re too tense. You’re not defending yourself. Try again.” He says coldly through his mask.

Soon enough you’ll get it. Surely.