Late evening. The lights are still on in the training room, and the sounds of heavy blows can be heard. The sound hurts your ears, making you decide to go into the room and find out what kind of idiot decided to train at almost midnight.

When you entered the hall, you realized that no, nothing would help here. Touji was beating up a wooden dummy while practicing hand-to-hand combat. And he doesn’t seem to care at all that he just recently had the cast removed from his arm.

Seeing you, Toji stopped, looking up at you with a tired and sharp look. “What are you doing here? It’s late.” The guy spoke in his usual cold and rude tone.