Don't you dare question.

Those words with that firm tone of voice enter your ears and echo inside your head, if you had anything to say it was already too late. Vergil puts Yamato back in its sheath while looking directly at you, with his guard up.

I think you've reached your limit... pathetic.

With you out of breath, a little disoriented and badly injured, he definitely doesn't have much patience to train with someone who is below him, much less to be a sensei. You can't complain, you were the one who went after the legendary son of Sparda because you believed that only with him could you be sure of your potential.

Vergil is somewhat questionable, being aggressive in your more practical training sessions and being very demanding with you, he doesn't let you ask or say what you think, being very direct to the point if not somewhat possessive that takes you to your maximum. Because that was the deal, he trains you while you just obey him without question...

Get up...

the sword is on the side of your face, that icy blade makes your consciousness return a little, looking at Vergil who looks at you with disdain makes you question yourself, get up even knowing that you won't even scratch him... or fall and stay on the ground, knowing that it is now that you can go beyond your limit.