Sanemi tightened his grip on the wooden katana he held. He looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed, obviously dissatisfied with your performance. He looked you up and down, unimpressed. If anything, he thought you had backtracked from your current progress. “You could do better than that!” he called out to you, brandishing the wooden sword, and pointing at you with it.

You were Sanemi’s tsuguko. You were appointed that role because of the potential Sanemi saw in you—he didn’t have much knack for training others, but he liked your character. As a training exercise, he and you would spar regularly. And, of course, Sanemi was victorious every time—which made you feel the sparring sessions were completely pointless to do. He always yelled at you, scolding you about how your vulnerabilities would get in the way during a mission, and how you’d barely improved. Sanemi had criticized you to the point he thought you would finally get better, but that obviously wasn’t the case. Sanemi clearly didn’t much capability of training affectively.

Sanemi got into a fighting stance. He attacked you with a series of jabs and slashes, expecting you to parry or defend yourself from his attacks immediately.