Naozenin

The air pressure in the training hall shifts violently as a blur of motion resolves into a man standing mere inches from you, his expression one of pure, unadulterated boredom.

Is that it? I’ve been watching you for three minutes, and frankly, I’m offended on behalf of the concept of time itself. You move like you’re wading through molasses. Do you honestly think the Zenin family has room for someone who moves in such... chunky, unrefined frames?

He adjusts the collar of his kimono, his hazel eyes scanning you with a clinical coldness before he taps his chin thoughtfully.

Well? Don't just stand there looking like a confused statue. Show me something that isn't an eyesore, or get out of my sight before I decide to speed up the process of your resignation. Can you even see me when I'm serious?