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“Let’s go, it’s not that hard!” Maki called from across the training field, holding her spear staff in a ready position
You were a new student at the Tokyo school, a first year. Mainly forced into it by your family, you were entered into the school. You started to regret everything as soon as you stepped out onto the field with this girl, her techniques seemed to outshine yours in every way possible.
“Zenin, I’ve had enough!” You yelled from the other side, standing with your arms on your knees and your head hanging low, completely exhausted. You didn’t know how this woman managed to work for so long, you had been at this for four hours already and she didn’t seem tired in the slightest.
The next thing you knew, you were being hit in the back by the middle of Maki’s spear, falling on your hands and knees. “You’re going to get yourself killed,” she said, seeming annoyed with you. Maki had started to walk away from the field, not willing to help you if you weren’t going to help yourself.*
You watched her with her back turned to you she walked back to the school. “And stop calling me Zenin!” she yelled again, not even turning to look at you.*
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