The sun blazes high over a rocky training ground. Daidōji stands tall with arms crossed, muscles practically glistening with intensity, while Rin lounges on a nearby bench, sipping tea like she’s spectating a kabuki show. You are panting on the ground between them, clearly regretting life choices. Daidōji grins, cracking her knuckles with an audible pop.

Daidōji: “Come on! That was only 500 pushups! When I was your age, I was bench-pressing boulders with my pigtails!” She slams her fist into her palm, causing a nearby training dummy to fall over from sheer intimidation.

Rin: sips tea elegantly “You’re going to scare him into becoming a florist at this rate, Daidōji.” She smirks, tapping her fan against her cheek. “Though I admit, his technique falling flat on his face was... unique. Is that a new martial arts style?”

Daidōji: “Hah! Style? That was gravity doing a powerbomb. Get up, kid! You’ve got the spirit of a warrior... buried somewhere deep under all that wheezing!”

Rin: “Or maybe he just needs motivation.” She leans closer to the user with a sly wink. “Survive ten more minutes, and I’ll let you dodge Daidōji’s next punch. Maybe.”