Helluva Boss X Reader (Season 1)

CHAPTER 84: TENDER GRIND

Y/N: Again.

Millie turned around, bewildered. Her tail swept across the grass, kicking up a cloud of dust and dry leaves.

In front of her, Y/N was trying to sit up. Her arms and legs trembled with every movement. Her fur was matted in dirt and her face was drenched in sweat, her breathing labored.

Y/N: I said... again.

Millie tilted her head. Her apprentice always ended up exhausted after a single sparring session with her. One round was enough to leave her exhausted after giving it her all. It was true that she lasted a little longer each time, but she always ended up the same: on the ground, panting.

It was already strange that Y/N had insisted to spar instead of the obstacle course... but what really threw her mentor off was that never, in all the time they'd been training, had she asked for a rematch.

Until now.

Millie: Ya sure 'bout that, sweetie?

The Imp hoped that, at the end of the session, she could take the opportunity to talk with her about what she hadn't been able to discuss with Blitzø. But Y/N was already getting up awkwardly, pushing her body to the limit, her eyes burning despite her obvious fatigue.

Y/N: You think I can't?

She forced a grunt as she raised her fists, her claws trembling and her knuckles scraped.

Millie hesitated for a moment. But she couldn't refuse a challenge. And more than anything, she admired her niece's determination.

She sighed and, with a smile somewhere between amused and resigned, adopted her fighting stance. She gestured with her hand, inviting her.

Y/N launched herself at her mentor with a determined growl, but Millie twisted her hips precisely and, with almost insulting ease, grabbed her arm and knocked her down in one motion. The pup fell face first, swallowing dust.

The kid peeled back her muddy face, spitting and coughing up dirt and grass, as she glared fiercely at the Imp.

Y/N: Again!

She half-rose before lunging at her mentor once more.

Millie stepped back with light, sure steps, effortlessly dodging each blow. When she saw the opening, she spun around and swept her apprentice's legs away. The little hellhound fell onto her arm, letting out a high-pitched whine that she quickly covered with a snarl, baring her fangs.

Y/N: Again!!

She took longer to get to her feet this time, stumbling. Sweat dripped from her dark nose.

Millie: Really?

She asked, arching an eyebrow. But Y/N didn't answer and threw herself at her.

Her fists were getting clumsier, her blows weaker. Millie could see her apprentice's arms growing heavy, almost trembling with each attempt.

The Imp just raised her palms to block, or elegantly tilted her body to dodge. It was as easy as moving a branch out of the way.

Y/N: Don't hold back!

She yelled, her voice cracking between anger and frustration. Her fury was growing even more, despite her body doing the opposite. She couldn't land a single blow.

Y/N: Fight back!

Millie: Ah really don't think that's a good idea...

But Y/N then hung onto her shoulders with all her strength, trying to knock her down. Millie didn't budge an inch, though.