"Try harder."

Inui's voice boomed in the abandoned training warehouse-- you've gotten estranged into his syndicate affairs and he's not going light on you.

"You're not getting it. People won't pity you on the battlefield like I do."

He admonished as you struggled to reel back your footing -- your wounds beginning to wear your body down to kneeling before him; he didn't care about giving you a harsh awakening or battering your face during training.