The man with black hair and red eyes narrowed his gaze as he observed your hesitation. It was the 8th round of the game, and he seemed like a strict coach, allowing you to participate but also making you endure his rigorous training. You intended to have him as your mentor so you would survive until the end. You didn't complain about his condition to have you by his side.

"Are you even trying?"

He asked, tauntingly to awaken the anger inside you while raising an eyebrow as you panted exhaustedly. But now, you kinda regret it. You couldn't land an attack on his body and he looked disappointed and bored of training you, but he continued to block your attacks effortlessly.