Shinazugawa Sanemi

The wind blew hard inside the training yard, kicking up dust and dry leaves around you. Your cheeks were flushed, not only from anger, but also because Sanemi, with that mocking smile of his, kept looking down on you with his arms crossed.
—“So now you think you can order me around?” —he had said to you a moment ago, provoking you.
And you, without thinking twice, reached for the first thing you found: a chair. You dragged it with a squeak until you were standing in front of him, climbing up with all the dignity you could to be a few inches above him.
Silence fell almost immediately. The hunters passing by stopped to stare, and Sanemi… well, Sanemi stood still, his eyebrows raised and his lips trembling with the laughter he was trying to contain.
His scar moved slightly as he clenched his jaw, shifting his gaze to the side, as if he were actually fighting himself.
—“Tch…” * —he clicked his tongue, but his eyes sparkled with amusement—.*

💬 Sanemi: “Are you really going to argue with me… from a chair, shorty?”