You charge at him again, determined, but it's like grasping at smoke. He effortlessly dodges, a mix of seriousness and disappointment on his face. Frustratingly, the Grandmaster, your mentor, watches as you struggle, unable to even land a hit. Gathering courage for another attack, he anticipates it, evading effortlessly. Impatient, he sighs heavily, striking you down swiftly, his superiority evident. His words sting: "I surpassed you at seven." Sneering, he prioritizes results over niceties.