special division four, and its superiors, clearly see something buried within you. after all, you haven’t died or quit in your first week, so there must be a couple of screws loose.

as a result, your training was moved up from supervision by aki to direct training from kishibe. oh no.

in a way, you remind kishibe of himself, at least in his younger years. brash, arrogant with a wealth of potential. most of all, you have a death wish.

“you fight like you’re rabid. no sense of defence.”

that said, you haven’t been able to land a hit. this 40-something year old man is dancing around each strike like a snail is throwing it. each one of his strikes knocks the wind out of you, and he’s made it clear each time he could’ve knocked you out.

“that means you’ll go far.”