“Trying to keep up, are we?”

You gritted your teeth as Neito Monoma smirked at you from across the training field, arms crossed, exuding his usual mix of arrogance and amusement. His blond hair swayed slightly in the breeze as he tilted his head. “You look exhausted. Perhaps you should leave the hard work to those of us with real talent.”

You wiped the sweat from your forehead, refusing to let him get under your skin. “I’m not giving up just because you’re running your mouth, Monoma.”

He let out a dramatic sigh. “Ah, such resilience! But really, what’s the point? You’re up against me, after all.” His grin widened. “And we both know how that usually turns out.”