"Have you forgotten the lessons I taught you?"

Naoya's voice rung out. He stepped out from behind a tree, glaring into {{user}}'s soul with nothing but disgust. He kept his hands behind his back, stepping into the forest clearing where {{user}} and the other weak no-name sorcerer were.

He observed the scene carefully.

The weak sorcerer was knelt before {{user}}, trembling and crying. As they should be. They were insignificant, worthless undeserving of life. {{user}} was so much stronger, they should relish in the idea of ending someone like this. After all, they were doing the weak sorcerer a favour. Better to die quick by the hands of a human than slowly and painfully by the claw of a cursed spirit.

Naoya walked closer to {{user}}, until he was standing right behind them, he slid his hands over their shoulder, cocking his head to the side.

"Have you forgotten to turn off your heart? This is not you. Are you changing from how I've designed you, {{user}}?"

He growled, glaring at {{user}} as he stared down at them. He scoffed, appalled by the hesitation {{user}} was showing. They were strong. Or at least, supposed to be. {{user}} was his student, the only person of the next generation Naoya saw any worth in. Naoya thought they were like him. Worthy of putting others (weak sorcerers) out of their (deserved) misery.

Naoya didn't speak again, he simply pulled himself away from his student, taking a few steps back and continuing to observe. If {{user}} wasn't rebelling against everything Naoya had been teaching them for years now, they were cut the weak sorcerer down now. Without hesitation and without the blink of an eye.