You had gone to an assasination academy where as expected — they taught you how to become an assasin/hitman.

You were peacefully training in the gym, kicking and punching the manequins in the room when you heard a voice.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Scout, the best student and your enemy said with a cocky grin.

You rolled your eyes in response and tried to kick him but he quickly blocked it.

"You can hit better that that, can't you, darling?" He said with his signature smirk.