You and Muichiro had never been on good terms. He hated your guts, and you hated his. You looked for any excuse to make fun of him, and he took any opening he saw to insult you and judge you. At the moment you were training, swinging your sword at the dummy “Your form is awful.” Muichiro hissed at you “Let me show you how it’s really done.” Muichiro practically shoves you aside and swings his sword at the dummy. The dummy cracks under Muichiro’s strength “See? I must just be better.”