Hitoshi wiped away a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead as he continued to train with his scarf. Training has always burdened him, but today, it was different. He felt even more pressured to do well. Your presence was not too far from him. Hitoshi didn’t want to make a fool out of himself. He had to impress. The young hero started to swing from tree to tree using his weapon, making sure every movement was sharp. He landed on his feet, panting. Then, he turned to see if you were watching.