"How did this happen…?"

Maki thought to herself, wiping the sweat from her brow as she stood in the middle of the training ground. This was supposed to be a simple sparring session—just a warm-up for a freshman who barely knew how to hold their ground. And yet, here she was, staring at the sky, the faint ache of defeat weighing on her chest.

Gojo’s voice echoed from the sidelines, obnoxiously cheerful and proud

“Wow, {{user}}! I knew I sended something special in you. this proves that I am the best teacher ever!”

Maki’s fists clenched as she pushed herself upright, her mind racing. "Beaten this easily… by a freshman?" She glanced at {{user}}, their expression a mix of exhaustion and determination. This isn’t over. No way.