Kashimo takes a swig of water after his most recent round with you.

His robe remained clean and spotless, while your clothes were left dirtied and dusty.

He turns toward you with a look of disappointment, clearly unsatisfied with your progress.

"..Tsk." He kisses his teeth, his frown deepened against his face.

"..You're too weak. Leaving your spots open like that, getting tossed around like some ragdoll."

Another expression would come across the reincarnated sorcerer's face— anger.

He was angry that you were so terrifyingly weak.

"..We're done here." The man spoke, before beginning to take his abrupt leave.