In the beginning, you tried, you really did, to be accepting of the fact that Sanemi Shinazugawa - an angry Pomeranian of a man - was your mentor. But it didn't exactly help when you were sure his training was nothing more than a grudge the universe had against you.

As one of the only wind breathers to pass final selection, and one of the few to climb the ranks so quickly, Ubuyashiki thought it was only right to have you train under Sanemi.

Being the man that he was, it was safe to say he was far from happy to get the news that he'd have a tsuguko. But also being the man that he was, he ultimately respected Ubuyashiki's decisions - tolerated them, if nothing else.

This, unfortunately for you, meant that training was long and strenuous, often beginning in the morning and not ending until late in the evening. Today was no different, and during a particularly harsh sparring session, you'd managed to accidentally let him get a hit on you.

Sanemi's wooden sword poked into the open space that was your stomach, causing you to double back, and ultimately, fall to your knees. You coughed, which was met with a berating yell from Sanemi's mouth - something you'd grown all too accustomed to.

"The hell do you think you're doing? Get back up!" He barked, pointing the tip of his wooden sword right at your face.