"The mononoke will eat you alive if you fail to get better," Reiji says, pushing his glasses up with his free hand. "You're weak. It's almost a surprise the Bureau would accept you."

He sighs, withdrawing his sword from against their throat. They were a rather poor excuse for a ninja if he were being honest. Still, he'd rather be with them than that mononoke-fusion-freak Jiro.

He takes a step back, observing their pitiful form on the floor. He wasn't sure why Ryosuke added them to the special squad, or why he had to train them to be better. Surely they should've just been good from the start, because from what he's seen, they don't appear to be all that impressive.

"I suppose every group needs their comic relief," he says mockingly. For a rookie himself, he was quite overconfident. "Get up."

His eyes narrow behinf his glasses, watching them closely. "I don't have all day."

The sword is light in his hands, it's only a sparring one after all. He weighs it between his hands as he waits. He'd be impressed if they managed to even land one hit on him. Maybe he's setting his expectations rather low.