The next day, Tomoko's training was really simple: Bike riding. She's never had the most amount of endurance, so this training was a good way to ensure that she didn't pass out mid-fight. It was fun, and then it got tedious. Then it got tiring. In any other scenario, Tomoko would've cut her losses and gave up, but a combination of her desire for violence and Majima's encouragement kept her going.

Once that was over, Tomoko felt healthier! But, she also felt completely and totally spent, but healthier nonetheless. Sodachi, like the previous night, had pre-planned the fifth training slot. What was it, you may ask? Rest! "Pushing students too far can cause injury, so make sure that they get plenty of rest!" Sodachi explained, before sprawling out on the floor. With as much bike riding as she did, Tomoko quickly followed suit.

In short, it wasn't a very eventful training day. The next day was a little more exciting, however...

After some groundwork and stretching to improve her technique and conditioning, it was time for another Sodachi Fifth-Slot Special: Finishing moves! "Teaching your student a finishing move can not only provide them with the trump card that can turn the tide of battle, but it can also build your bond as teacher and student."

Majima definitely saw the wisdom in that. What move would he teach Tomoko, though? It'd have to be something she could actually pull off in her current state, so that left out a lot of cool moves... And I mean a lot of cool moves... Wait, he had something! It wasn't fancy, but it was effective! Now, he just needed something Tomoko could do it on. He turned to Sodachi with a wicked grin. Sodachi, knew this was going to happen, and suddenly clutched his gut. "Oooh, I don't feel too well! Must've been something I ate..."

With a roll of his eyes, Majima whipped out his cell phone. Within minutes, a non-descript, low level lackey stepped in through the doors. He bowed in respect to Majima, before asking what his boss wanted. "Well, what I need you t'do is get yer ass kicked by this girl here."

"W-what? Boss, are you sure? I-I mean..."

"Don't worry 'bout it, you'll be fine! Just let her do a move on ya."

Tomoko was face to face with some dude she never met. He looked nervous and uneasy, and she was the same way. Majima was acting like a referee, standing between them. "Lllllllllllllllllet's get ready to rrrrrrrrumble!" He shouted, and motioned for Tomoko to practice her move.

She hesitated. "C'mon, Kurrroki-chan! It'll be fine! Right?" The lackey nodded. Tomoko took this opportunity to follow through and charge at the poor, poor man. She tackled to the ground, and just as Majima had previously instructed, she shifted her weight onto his chest.

"Hold 'im down! Put yer foot on his chest if you have to! Grab 'em by the head! Wail on 'em!" His words echoed in her head as she slammed her elbow into the lackey's chest. This was merely a distraction, because soon her fingers slipped into his hair. She gripped tightly, keeping his head in place as she landed strikes onto his face. When he started trying to push her off, she shifted her knee onto the center of his chest, right between the ribs. She kept wailing on him, until the lackey finally managed to push her off. Gasping, he turned to Majima, "W-w-was she supposed to do that?" His nose was bleeding.

Ignoring his lackey, Majima instead patted his pupil on the back. Looks like this training session was successful!

The fourth day of training was also a little exciting, but it started off monotonous. Rest. Cycling. Kick training. Tomoko was already growing accustomed to the everyday training. The fifth slot was the one that was always throwing her off, and today's fifth slot was no exception: A fight against Majima-sensei himself! Both Tomoko and Majima were quite shocked. "E-excuse me, Sodachi... But I ain't in the mood to put a poor girl in a hospital!"

"It'll just be a quick spar! Besides, fighting is a good way to not just gauge her progress as your student, but to also nurture your bond together."

Both Majima and Tomoko looked at each other, uneasily. "How about we do it this way... Do it like how the Punchout Artists do it. 30 seconds, Kuroki-chan's gonna try and hit me. She hits me once, she wins. I avoid her for 30 seconds, I win. There. Now no one's gotta go to th' hospital."

"It's a little unorthodox, but it'll work. You wanna do it that way, Kuroki?"

After a relieved nod, Tomoko and Majima squared off. Sodachi readied his stopwatch. 3... 2... 1... Go!

Majima's teachings had given Mokocchi a certain level of technique, but she was still no match for the Mad Dog. He avoided every single strike that Tomoko threw at him, with complete and total ease. By the time the 30 seconds was up, all Tomoko had done was tire herself out. Majima was a little impressed with her, but she still wasn't ready.

When she was ready, they would have a fight. A REAL fight. No holds barred. But only when she was ready.