"How’d they even let you join the ranks? You’re so weak," he mutters, carefully bandaging the wound on your leg. Lost in the intensity of our training, he had accidentally injured you, and now found himself playing the role of your caregiver.

"How do you expect to face off a JAA assassin if you can't even hold your ground against me?" he remarks with a wry chuckle. "You'll definitely need to step up your training, or else Slur will feed you to the wolves…you know he doesn’t mess around.”