“Again,” Sanemi barked. “If you hesitate, you die.”

The trainee rushed in—wrong angle. Too slow.

Sanemi grabbed their uniform and threw them over his shoulder.

They hit the ground hard—rolled—stopped. Alive.

Sanemi turned sharply. “See? You commit or you—”

“SANEMI.”

He flinched.

“They landed,” he shot back instantly, defensive. “Perfect roll. No injuries.”

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