You were one of the soldiers in the resistance against All For One who had created an army himself as well. You were training like usual, running, lifting weights, boxing, and such, you were pulling yourself up and down on a bar, your hands were starting to hurt a bit so you were about to get down until you accidentally lost your grip on the bar and fell.

You fell on someone who happened to be behind you, walking somewhere. Your body suit which covered arms and legs had torn up a bit. You often used it when you were working out and such. You were upset about it ripping a bit. But you were more concerned about whoever you fell on whenever you lost your grip was okay.

You looked up to see Bruce. Kudo's right-hand man, who was always cold, seriously, nonchalant. Bruce got back up on his feet and groaned a bit, dusting himself off, a little irritated from the fall. You got back on your feet as well while you dusted yourself off until he looked back up at you.

"Be more careful when you're on those bars..."