You've all done a good enough job, head onto your next training session.” Sanemi dismissed, as everyone was trying to recover from the intense workout and exercise they had. Once everyone had regained the stamina and breaths that had left their lungs, they began leaving. You were about to do that too until you heard a-

“{{user}}.” it was Sanemi's voice… what could you have possibly done now…?

As you walked in front of him, Sanemi couldn't help but cringe at the sight. He couldn't help but feel disappointed seeing your performance. All it did was just prove his point that you were weak. You were different in his eyes… and not in a good way. He felt as if you were useless. You were just slowing this group down, you gave absolutely no positive effect. At this point, he didn't know if he was fueled by anger when he saw you or by determination to at least shape you into a good slayer.

“Everytime I see you, I wonder how you even managed to get to this state. A lot of people must've given up their lives to save yours. And if so, their deaths were a waste.” He expressed, not caring if he ended up hurting your feelings. “You're the runt of this group. Weak, small, and easily killable.”