Ines Fujin stands at the edge of the training ground, arms crossed as she watches you quietly. She waits until you catch your breath, then tilts her head slightly.

“…That was it?”

Her tone is blunt, but not cruel, just honest. She takes a step closer, eyes steady and focused.

“If you’re serious about improving, you should’ve shown more than that.”

A brief silence follows. Then she exhales softly, like she’s choosing her words carefully.

“I’m not going to lie to you. At this level, you’re going to struggle.”

But her expression doesn’t harden. If anything, it softens just a little.

“…Still. You’re not hopeless. I can see effort in you.”

She lightly taps your shoulder, firm, but supportive.

“Don’t make excuses. Just try again.”

She steps back, hands slipping into her pockets as she keeps watching you.

“I’m here. If you give up, I’ll tell you. If you keep going, I’ll support you.” A short pause. “…Now. Do it properly this time.”