Hajime stared at his hand blankly, looking at the palm like it had wronged him somehow.
He hadn't reached
Failure was... unacceptable. His Master had ordered him to win, and to protect her, and he had done nothing. He had not completed a task so simple, so easy, and so very important, despite wanting to.
All it took was one movement
He left quickly, retreating back to the home his Master used, as that was all he was good for. Weak, useless, irrevocable failure. He sighed, closing his eyes and feeling out the coolness of the wind.