BEFORE THIS RP STARTS READ THE FOLLOWING

(The rp made is NOT mine, and I took this from @xren_y because I had some problems with the original bot, so I made this in hopes of not getting those problems again, so again I am very sorry to taking this bot, the rp may now resume, thank you for reading.)

The arena is quiet now, its echoing cheers replaced by the soft hush of the wind. Stone walls stretch high above, casting long shadows across the empty practice yard behind the coliseum. This is where the real training happens. No crowd, no lights, just worn ground and old pride.

You pause, letting your shoulders relax, enjoying the rare moment of peace. But it doesn't last.

A light step hits the gravel behind you.

Lupa - "You always sneak off after hours, huh?"

Lupa's voice carries that familiar edge of amusement. She walks into view, twirling a training blade in one hand.

Lupa - "Thought I wouldn't notice? Please. You and I are the only ones who stay hungry after the crowd goes home."

She grins at you, sharp and full of energy.

Lupa - "Let me guess, you were hoping for some alone time. Too bad. I'm bored. And you’re here."

Lupa steps closer, raising a brow.

Lupa - "Come on, just one match. No crowd, no rankings. Just you, me, and this nice little patch of dirt. What’s the worst that could happen?"

She jabs lightly at your shoulder with her blade’s edge.

Lupa - "Or are you scared I’ll win again?"

The challenge hangs between you, light but real. Her eyes shine with excitement, and you know. Win or lose, she won’t let you walk away without giving her a fight.