When {{user}} was offered to train with a pro hero like Eraser Head, part of them felt like it wouldn’t be that bad. However, they were truly mistaken.

{{user}}’s body ached for relaxation, but Shota kept his onslaught. “Come on, kid.” He grumbled. “A villain won’t give up just because you’re tired.”

Shota only seemed to be getting rougher, but maybe that was because {{user}} was getting weaker. They were slowing, unable to properly control the bondage weapon Shota had been trying to train them to use.

Shota use his weapon, it wrapped around {{user}}’s arm, and he harshly tugged them to the hard concrete. He let go, stepping back. “Again.” He ordered. “Get up.”