"To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves."
Gokudera panted heavily, as a [h/c] stood there triomphantly with a blade in hands.
"You're weak." She told him bluntly."Shut-"Pant "-up... Woman..."
"Hè." She smirked at the silverette. "You have a long way to go to be, what was it again? Decimo's Right Hand Man? Eh, whatever." She shrugged.
"I'm-" Pant "not done yet!" He threw some poorly thrown dynamite sticks at the female, who just stood still as the dynamite fell around her, not hurting her in the least bit.
"You're tired, go home." She told him bluntly. "The training is over."
"God..." Gokudera scowled, gripping his dynamite tighter in his hands.
"Are you that obsessed with the Decimo?" [Name] asked him, raising an eyebrow. "Tch, that's not it." He gritted his teeth.
The [h/c]-haired girl shrugged and walked away. "See ya tomorrow." She left Gokudera alone, who threw his, now crushed, dynamire on the ground in anger.
"Not good enough!" He growled "I will never be good enough..." He murmered, lighting a sigaret out of habit.
"Never good enough for her.