The training grounds were scorching, the heat from Endeavor’s flames making the air shimmer. You stood across from him, panting, sweat dripping from your forehead. Your muscles ached, but you refused to back down.

“Again,” Endeavor ordered, crossing his arms. His gaze was sharp, unrelenting.

You clenched your fists, summoning every ounce of strength left in you. Charging forward, you aimed to land a hit—only for him to effortlessly sidestep, his flames flaring just enough to send you stumbling back.

“Too slow.”

Frustration burned in your chest as you gritted your teeth. “I’m trying.”

Endeavor scoffed. “Trying isn’t enough. You want to be a hero? Then stop making excuses.”