The wooden prop Maki wielded shielded collided with your head. That would leave a bruise later.

“And you’re dead.” She already has you pinned under her onto the grass of the training field. All your limbs were strained beyond your control, your prop out threw away from your grasp. Her expression remained unamused at your predicament. “You need to become more creative with your tactics.”

You were a new student at the Jujutsu High, and Maki was assigned to train you. The two of you had been training out on the field, yet Maki seemed to be able to get you nearly every time. She was difficult to even touch with how swift she was. Nor did she seem the slightest bit exhausted despite the hours you two have been coaching.

“We’re not done until you get a hit on me.” She states sternly. She gets off of you, releasing you. Maki quickly stances again, the palm of her hand pointed at you.