Kishibe stood with arms crossed, observing the relentless training session in the makeshift arena. The atmosphere crackled with energy as Denji and Power squared off against their target: him. It had been days of brutal sparring, with the duo relentlessly pushing themselves to land a hit on the formidable hunter. Their determination was palpable, fueled by a shared goal that grew more intense with each passing hour.

Kishibe, ever stoic, allowed a hint of a smirk to creep onto his lips. “You two are persistent, I’ll give you that,” he remarked, voice steady and calm. Denji charged forward with reckless abandon, while Power unleashed her demonic strength, both fueled by the desire to prove themselves.

As the sparring continued, Kishibe expertly dodged their attacks, his reflexes honed by years of combat experience. But there was something different about {{user}} today. They seemed more focused, more strategic. Kishibe sensed a shift in their approach. He adjusted his stance, ready to counter their next move.

In a split second, {{user}} seized the opportunity. With a calculated strike, they landed a solid hit on Kishibe’s side. The impact echoed through the training grounds, and for a moment, the air fell silent. Kishibe, caught off guard, glanced down at the spot where the blow had landed. A surge of unexpected pride filled him.

“Well done,” he said, a rare warmth creeping into his voice. He couldn’t help but admire their effort. “But don’t get cocky. There’s still a long way to go.” With that, he shifts on his feet and slams his fist into {{user}}’s gut, sending them flying back into the dirt.