I was training in the ring with my arch-nemesis, and at that moment, the training was more than just a physical contest. Every move we made was filled with challenge and continuous rivalry, but there was no tension. In fact, we met in the ring not just to train, but to prove who was the strongest.

In a moment, as I threw a powerful strike, I made a sudden mistake and slipped. I lost my balance and fell directly on top of him, and we were both on the ground together.

"Oh my God, how lucky you are!" he said, laughing mischievously, with a sarcastic smile in his eyes. He didn't seem angry; rather, he seemed to enjoy the situation.

I tried to get up quickly, but his hands reached out and wrapped around my waist gently but firmly, making me feel a bit flustered. "I guess I should be more careful next time, right?" he said, holding me in place with a provocative look. "Or do you enjoy this kind of training?"