The day, I stood in the middle of the training area at the new base. Michelle was already there, dressed in her new suit, standing in front of the baseball uncher I’d set up.

  “So, let me get this straight,” Michelle said slowly, “you wao dodge baseballs being shot at me at like… super speed? With just my Spider-sense?”

  “Pretty much, yeah. You gotta master your new spidey sense if you want to learn to fight," I replied, pointing to the mae.

  “If I end up with a baseball-sized bruise on my face, I’m suing you," She said as she did a couple of little jumps.

  I ughed, holding up my hands. “No worries, the suit’s protective enough. You’ll be fine. Plus, this is just the basic setting.”

  “Basic?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “What’s the advanced version? You throwing k me?”

  “Not yet,” I teased. “But you’ll get there.”

  She shook her head, muttering something under her breath, but eventually stepped into position. “Alright, fine. Let’s do this.”

  I walked over to the trol panel, adjusting the speed of the uncher. “Alright, first things first: trust your instincts. Your Spider sense is going to warn you when something’s ing. You’ll feel it, like a tingle. Don’t overthink it. Just move.”

  Michelle stood there, still looking uain. “You make it sound so easy.”

  I shrugged. “It kinda is, once you get the hang of it. Just rex. You did it while swinging, so, you do it again. So, you ready?"

  She took a deep breath, then nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

  I hit the button on the trol panel, and the mae whirred to life. The first baseball shot out, slower than its top speed but fast enough to be a challenge for a beginner.

  Michelle flinched as the ball came toward her, but at the st sed, she ducked to the side, narrowly avoiding it. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Whoa! That was close!”

  “See? You’ve got this,” I called from the side. “Let’s keep going.”

  Another ball shot out, then another. Michelle dodged both, though her movements were still a bit stiff. She was getting the hang of it, but I could tell she wasn’t fully trusting her Spider se.

  “Stop thinking!” I yelled. “Just let it happen. Don’t anticipate the dire—feel it.”

  “I’m trying!” she snapped back, dug another ball.

  I ked up the speed just a little, enough to push her. “You’ve got better reflexes than that. Trust them.”

  The ball came out faster, and this time, Michelle didn’t duck. Instead, she twisted to the side, her body moving almost unsciously as she avoided the ball by inches.

  “Nice!” I cheered. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

  Michelle was breathing hard, but I could see the shift iance. She was starting to rex, and her movements were less forced. She dodged the few balls with more ease, her body responding naturally to the Spider-sense warnings.

  “This is insane,” she muttered, sidestepping another ball. “It’s like I’m moving before I even know what’s happening.”

  “Exactly!” I grinned. “Your Spider sense gives you a head start. You just have to trust it.”

  I increased the speed again, and the balls are ing out quicker. Michelle was dodging them with more fidence, her movements fluid and precise. She took a couple of hits, oo her arm and a, which was expected sihis was her first time. But she was improving fast.

  After a few more rounds, I shut off the mae and walked over to her. She wasn't even exhausted after that much dodging. Well, that's super stamina sure is a hing.

  “How do you feel?” I asked.

  “Great,” she said before stretg her arms. “But... it’s weird. It’s like my body’s starting to do things on its own and I'm not even tired.”

  I nodded. “That’s the Spider-sense kig in. It’ll bee sed nature the more you practice. Soon enough, you won’t even have to think about dodging—your body will just react. And you got super stamina now, so small training like this is like a walk in the park ”

  She straightened up and kicked a ball away. “So, what’s ? More dodging baseballs?”

  I smirked. “We’ll work on yility and strength .”

  "So, pung and running?" She asked.

  "Basically," I used my magic space t out some of the training equipment that I took from Kamar Taj. Finally, I'm gonna use them on someone and watch their misery. Hehehe. Ahem! Focus on the job, shall we?

  "And these are..." Michelle said as she picked up the gloves from the table. "Gloves?! Wow!" She almost dropped them due to their insa.

  "Put them on and those shoes too. Then run a hundred ps around the base. Pretty easy, right?" I smirked.

  "You gotta be kidding me... Hngg!" She somehow put on the boots and gloves, but the fun part was moving while wearing them. I've specially imbued magi them to make them weigh atleast 10 tons.

  "What? That's barely 10 tons." I mocked as she struggled.

  "This is- hnggg. I'm carrying... A freaking train... On my freaking back," Michelle said while struggling to get a step.

  Michelle took a deep breath, her face t with effort as she took aep forward, legs trembling uhe sheer weight of the magical gear. "You... are the worst."

  I chuckled. "This is light work, trust me. With your enharength, you’ll get used to it in no time. Plus, it’ll make everything else feel like a breeze once you take them off."

  She shot me a gre, beads of sweat already f on her forehead. "You say that like you’ve dohis before."

  "Oh, I have. And worse," I said, leaning against the railing. "This is a on trainihod for people with superhuman abilities. Builds strength and stamina faster than any normal routine. If you ha, you'll be unstoppable."

  “Unstoppable at dying,” Michelle muttered, grittieeth as she forced herself into a jog. Her pace was agonizingly slow, each step a battle against the gravity of the weighted gear.

  I admired her determination, though. She wasn’t oo back down, evehe odds seemed impossible. That stubbornness was going to take her far.

  “, you got this! Don’t focus on the weight—focus on trolling your body. Let your muscles adjust to the resistance,” I called out, watg her struggle through the first p.

  “You—hng—sound like a terrible gym coach,” she panted, finally making it halfway around the base. “This... better... be worth it.”

  I shrugged. “You’ll thaer when you’re pung holes through walls or outrunning a car.”

  Michelle huffed, her face sched up in frustration. "Right now, I'd rather punch you through a wall."

  I grinned. "Good! el that energy."

  As Michelle pushed through the first few ps, her pace slowly improved. I could see her muscles straining uhe pressure, but her body ting, getting stronger with each grueling step. The struggle was necessary—it was how she would grow into her new powers.

  After what felt like forever, Michelle finally finished her huh p, colpsing to the ground in exhaustion. She y there for a few moments, gasping for air.

  "That... was... insane," she managed betweehs.

  I walked over, croug dowo her. "But you did it. You survived."

  "Survived is a strong word," she muttered, wiping sweat from her brow. "I feel like I'm gonna die."

  "Nah, you'll be fine. You now got super recovery, too, so, give it a minute and run another hundred ps," I said, grinning at the horrified expression on her face. "I'll eat your pussy if you manage another hundred ps."

  She instantly jumped up as if all her tiredness had vanished, and started to run another p.

  "I'm gonna ride your face I finish!" Michelle yelled.

  I smirked as I watched her go, already feeling the stirrings of excitement in my loins. Oh, today is gonna be soooo good.

  While she was running, I decided to mediate a little. Time to do some chi training. Closing my eyes, I breathed in deeply, letting the sounds around me fade away. Then, I focused oingling in my fiips, the soft buzz of energy just below the surface.

  Soon a warm feeling started in my belly and flowed throughout my entire being. My senses heightened, awareness expanded as my sciousness expanded. I could hear the sound of Michelle's feet hitting the ground, each pound eg through my very being, almost as if she were right beside me. Her heartbeats reverberated in my ears, a steady drumbeat guiding me deeper into the trance. I could evehe sound of sweat dripping down her face, the fabric of her clothes rubbing against her skin.

  The sound of a car... A familiar sound... The man's chi was familiar.

  Frank. Well, talk about bad timing. Well, Michelle gotta wait for her reward till night. Huh?! There are twuests... Female guests...

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