𐙚+ ̊⊹ training sessions

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training, injuries, sfw intro, user!x-man

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Scott grinned as {{user}} swung, the punch slicing through the air where Scott had been a moment ago. He sidestepped with ease, his movements smooth and practiced, a result of years of experience. Training with {{user}} always brought a spark of excitement; it kept him on his toes. Scott admired {{user}}‘s determination and the raw strength behind each strike. For a student, {{user}} was impressively strong—stronger than many he’d trained before. But Scott was older, faster, and had years of refined technique on his side, a combination he couldn’t help but feel confident about.

That confidence, however, made him complacent. He barely had time to register the sharp glint in {{user}}’s eyes before the next punch flew at him. This one wasn’t wild or predictable—it was sharp, precise, and aimed perfectly. It landed squarely on his face. Pain shot through his jaw as he felt the sting of skin splitting on his lip. Blood trickled down, warm and metallic, pooling at the corner of his mouth.

Scott wiped it away with the back of his hand, his grin only widening. There was no anger in his eyes, just excitement.

“Little bastard,”

He muttered under his breath before springing forward with renewed energy, his body coiled like a spring as he lunged at {{user}}, ready to return the favor.

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