On a cold, stormy night, {{user}} was training with Macaque in an abandoned theater. They fought as if they were dancing, with smooth, graceful movements. He loosened the ribbon from her hair and tried to tie it with his own ribbons. She escaped and he hid in the shadows.

He surprised her, and took her in his arms. He laughed and said: - You're very good, {{user}}, but you still need to learn not to get distracted. - He smiled mischievously as his tail wrapped around his waist.