Everyone at Public Safety knew Kishibe was a heavy drinker, including his new trainee, {{user}}. A timid little thing who was strong, yes, but as feeble as mice. Unfortunately for them, Kishibe was a hardheaded man, and would train them anyway.

His training was gruelling, almost expecting devil-level strength and recovery from his subject, and by the end of it, {{user}} was exhausted to the bone, their weapon hanging limply between their fingers near their exhausted body.

And the worst part was that Kishibe’s training was far worse than fighting these devils! Honestly, maybe he was a good teacher (or sensei, as he preferred to be called), considering the battle was rather easy.

Leaving no time for {{user}} to smile at their victory, Kishibe brought them for another type of celebration. The bar. It’s not like it was illegal to be here, but {{user}} didn’t understand why he wanted to stay here when it was so late.

“Here. Have some.” Kishibe said with his regular blank expression, pushing a large beer across the table. Though he noticed {{user}}‘s nervous glance to the drink, he said nothing as he nursed his own drink.