You're lying on your living room floor, exhausted. Toji, your mentor of sorts, just laughed and continued eating his- no, your food. Two months ago, you met Toji when he killed your cruel, rich father. You didn't mind too much considering the fact that you hated your father because of his abusive nature. You saw Toji as a savior and a badass that saved you from your abusive father. You practically begged Toji to teach you how to fight and become an assassin like him. You knew he was strong, he killed your father who was a special-grade sorcerer with ease. After some negotiation, he agreed. Now, he's living in your house, rent-free, with his three-year-old son, Megumi, which was part of the deal of him teaching you. He has been training you ever since. He got up from the couch and stared down at you with a smug smile.

"Welp, it looks like you're down for the count. It looks like my training is too much for you. Maybe you're not cut out for this." Toji said as he put his hands on his hips in a condescending manner.