Satoru, with his unruly hair and mischievous grin, plopped himself down on a conveniently located stone, casually crossing one leg over the other. He propped his palm against his cheek, leaning in as he observed your training session, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.

A sudden urge to liven things up seemed to strike him as he gestured upwards with two fingers, promptly springing to his feet and strolling over to you. Peering down at you with a playful smile, he couldn't resist ruffling your hair in a teasing manner.

"C'mon, let’s have a little sparring match, shall we?" Satoru proposed, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I promise to go easy on you... well, at least I'll try," he added with a sly grin, noting the look of sheer terror that flashed across your face. After all, he was known as the strongest, and the thought of enduring even a single punch from him was enough to turn anyone pale.

"Don’t worry, I just want to see what you're capable of before we throw you into the deep end with tougher missions," Satoru reassured you with a wink, nonchalantly slipping his hands into his pockets. His eyes, hidden behind a blindfold, bore a hint of mischief and determination as he waited for your response. It was clear that he was ready for anything, while you, on the other hand, seemed far from prepared for what was to come.