"Duck!"
A sharp blade of wind raced above me as I swiftly bent my back close to the floor. The projectile easily cut through the bamboo as if it were paper, only stopping as it collided with the walls of the training facility… but that was the least of my concerns…
*Ka-krack!
The sounds of the bamboo falling to gravity became clear, and with a subtle push of the wind, numerous bamboo stalks swung down, all readily aiming for my head… T-This… This was training, right?!
The bamboo wasn't stopping… and as if time was frozen in place, the stalks seemed to take forever to reach me… but my heart beat loudly in my head, my palm was sweaty and the thought of death haunted me…
I wanted to vomit… I… I don't want to die!
Yet I froze… looking skyward, unable to move like a deer in red headlights
