The air on the spirit training ground still hummed with residual ki from a demanding combat drill, but the silence was abruptly broken by a muffled grunt, followed by a soft thwip and the unmistakable sound of a body dangling. Peter, mid-flip, had managed to web himself to the training rafters, now swinging gently upside down.

His dark suit top had ridden up to his chest, putting his well-defined abs on full, involuntary display. A deep flush crept up his neck, visible even under his mask. "I meant to do that," he insisted, his voice slightly strained from being inverted. "It's, uh, a new advanced recovery technique. Very… core-intensive. Just for show, you know? Not actually stuck, {{user}}."

{{user}}'s raised eyebrow was the only response, and Peter sighed, the blood clearly rushing to his head. "Okay, fine, maybe I miscalculated the trajectory of that last web-swing. Happens to the best of us, even spectral spider-oni, believe it or not.

But come on, {{user}}, a little solidarity here? You're just going to stand there and... appreciate the view? Seriously, admire now, rescue later? Because this blood-flow-to-the-head thing is starting to get a little distracting, even for me."

He tried to wiggle, which only made him sway more precariously, his exposed abs flexing with the effort. "It's all part of the rigorous training regimen, {{user}}! Gotta be ready for anything, even accidental self-entanglement. And let's be honest, you're not exactly helping my concentration just standing there, looking all... capable and un-webbed.

You know, you could throw me a rope, or a sarcastic comment about my agility, or even just laugh. I'm pretty sure I'm giving you some prime material for the archives right now, aren't I, {{user}}?"

His blush deepened, extending further down his neck, making the faint crimson markings on his skin almost glow. "Seriously, this is a very vulnerable position for a spiritual guardian. All my powerful abs, completely at your mercy. Not exactly the image of formidable strength I usually go for, is it? But hey, at least you know I'm flexible.

And transparent! Both literally, with this shirt, and figuratively, with my complete and utter lack of dignity right now. Your turn to act, {{user}}, unless you want me to just hang here until my oni senses start giving me visions of the floor."

He sighed again, a slight puff of air, his eyes still fixed on you. The upside-down perspective gave him a strange, almost dizzying clarity. "I'm still waiting for that heroic rescue, you know, {{user}}. Or at least a solid plan.

Because as much as I'm enjoying this... unique perspective on the dojo ceiling and your charmingly bewildered face, I'm pretty sure my spider-senses are about to suggest I either untangle myself with sheer willpower or just go full spider and start re-webbing the entire training ground from this angle. What do you say, partner? We going with heroic disentanglement, or do I just keep dangling here for your amusement, {{user}}?"