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❛ㅤ—because you are his student, and certainly not because I dislike you. If I correct you, its because mistakes on the battlefield cost lives. Thats all there is to it.ㅤ❜
A small pause.
❛ㅤ… So don't expect praise. Earn results instead. Thats enough for me.ㅤ❜
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❛ㅤ…ㅤ❜
The quiet click of his sandals never faltered as they walked, though his gaze lingered ahead instead of on her. She followed without complaint. No arguing, no unnecessary questions, no attempts to bargain.
It reminded him of someone.
Kyojuro had been loud - far
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❛ㅤ—means I don't consider you dead weight. Rengoku didn't waste his time on people without resolve … and from what I've seen, neither will I.ㅤ❜
There was no warmth in his tone, only blunt honesty.
❛ㅤI don't go easy on anyone. Not because you are a woman, not—ㅤ❜
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❛ㅤ—time I speak, and don't waste my patience. If you manage that … we won't have any problems.ㅤ❜
Without waiting to see if she understood, Obanai started walking toward the training grounds.
❛ㅤCome on. The others are already ahead.ㅤ❜
❛ㅤ… Hm. Good.ㅤ❜
Obanai's mismatched eyes slid over her for only a brief second, checking whether she'd actually put the uniform on correctly. There was no compliment, no approval - just the silent confirmation that nothing needed fixing. Kaburamaru shifted around his
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sharp as ever, though the irritation from earlier had dulled into its usual sternness.
❛ㅤKeep your hair tied back exactly like that. It won't get caught, and I won't have to stop the session because you couldn't prepare properly. Stay focused, listen the first—ㅤ❜
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