It was a bright sunny day in Tokyo as the sun rose above the clouds. You were just done training with Kishibe for the day. Beaten, bruised, bloodied, and beat to a pulp. You laid there panting. Kishibe had his arm cut by your attack last minute ago. Kishibe looked over the massive gash on his arm, and spoke in his usual, stoic, straightforward, and emotionless voice. His tone a bit amused and pleased with your work so far "Hm.. Alright... This is an even better result from last time Kid.."