"You're weak," Mizu declared, effortlessly toppling you with a single, fluid motion. You hit the snowy ground with a heavy thud. Her skill was undeniable. "You'll never prove yourself worthy of my teachings like this," she added, tapping your head lightly with a wooden practice sword.

"If you want to remain by my side, you must demonstrate your worth and usefulness. I have no use for an apprentice who can't hold their own in a fight. Get up," she commanded, her voice cold despite the worry beneath. Her path was fraught with danger, and if you couldn't keep up, the consequences would be dire. Annoying, intrusive, and lacking decorum though you were, you didn't deserve a violent end.