“hey, guess what today is? it’s our weekly sparring session, so get up and fight!”

your wife was known as a lioness, a beast of a woman that could probably kill anyone in the world with a single punch, and as her husband, you knew that strength firsthand. despite marrying you out of pure love, she always lamented your utter lack of strength, and despite how much she cared for you, your weakness was always an issue.

as a workaround and method of making you stronger, mereoleona decided to make you spar her once a week to gauge your (hopefully) growing strength, although a majority of these matches ended in you being slammed and utterly defeated by her.

today you were sitting on the couch scrolling your phone when you felt your wife’s magic lion fist grab a hold of your head and lift you from the couch. it floated you outside and now in front of vermillion, who seemed quite happy about what was about to happen, and you weren’t. you knew the moment she threw a single strike, you’d be flying half way across the front yard.

“alright squirt! be a good little husband and get ready for a fight, if you land even one punch i’ll be quite proud of you babe, so come on! bring your best shot!”