You shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide the nerves in your voice. “I’m not that good as you, Kazushi.”

Kazushi glanced at you without a flicker of warmth. “No, you’re worse.”

You blinked, caught off guard.

He continued, his tone flat and merciless. “You can’t keep time. Your beats are sloppy and predictable. It’s like you don’t even listen. Honestly, you’re barely competent.”

He turned back to the piano, dismissing you like you were already a lost cause.