Fairly intense and a little unorthodox

You follow Fast Hans through the seemingly labyrinthine halls of the training hall, the vast complex being divided up in an apparently random fashion or at least following a logic you couldn’t see. With various staircases leading up to floors and corridors that seem to snake off and rejoin.

“It’s a work of art, no,” Hans jokes looking back and seeing the confusion on your face.

“I’m just glad you know your way around,” You reply

“It’s intentional, to get you used to the winding streets of Acropolis, or any other city that gets rebuilt as often,” Hans replies with casual tone.

You nod grimly, it was an unspoken fact about Acropolis that while you were more likely to meet a hero than in any other major urban population centre in the world, that also meant you had as much chance of being caught up in something that required a hero. Thankfully in that regard you have been quite fortunate, despite wishing otherwise when you were younger. There was an unproved rumour going around that besides a few landmarks that hadn’t been attacked or damaged by some villain out to make a name or point, that no building in Acropolis was more than 50 years old.

Finally after what felt like hours, but was probably only about 5 minutes to those not brimming with excitement to begin their first genuine hero training, you arrive. The training room itself was a generous proportioned empty shell of a room decorated like a dojo, complete with a small water feature bubbling away to itself.

“Right, first things first, lets go over what you can already do,” Hans says in a professional manner, his relaxed posture tightening into one of an instructor.

“Oh right, well I know some martial arts,” You reply with a smile.

“Zehr gut, which ones have you mastered?” Hans asks with a nod.

“Oh, well I haven’t really mastered any,” You reply with a nervous laugh, while Hans raises an eyebrow.

“But your file said you went to classes more or less every other day,” Hans asks with a concerned look on his face.

“Yeah, but I was trying to learn all the different ones they offered,” You reply in a hopeful tone.

“Admirable if not a little misguided,” Hans replies rubbing a crease at his forehead that you hadn’t noticed in any of the footage and articles he’d been in. “Alright how about you tell me which martial arts you’ve taken classes for, starting with the ones with the highest tradings first,”

After about 10 minutes you finish listing off all the classes you had taken, the crease Hans was still massaging seeming more prominent than when your first noticed. It wouldn’t have taken you nearly as long but you kept mixing up which martial arts used which grading colours, but eventually you have the full list down.

“You know the name they assigned you is begging to make more sense, Jah,” Hans says aloud.

“Thank you,” You reply with a warm smile, noticing a small twitch above Hans’ left eye, which again was weird as you were sure that was something someone would have flagged to the media to make a quick buck by now.

“No matter, If anything being a jack of all trades und master of none might be better,” Fast Hans announces after taking a deep breath.

“Really?”

“Jah, I’ll be teaching you a style of mein own and this way your not too rigid or tied to any one martial art,” Hans says in a confident tone, eyeing you up and down and picturing all the fun he would have with his lessons. He decides that if he can’t stop your enthusiasm, then perhaps he can at least make it work for him instead, a predatory smile spreading across his face as he turns away and thinks for a few moments.

You were about to practically explode with excitement at this news, but thankfully Hans stops you in your tracks by holding up a solemn finger. “I’ll warn you now though Frau Beaver, this is a secret technique so you mustn’t breathe a word to anyone about our training sessions,” Fast Hans says in a cold and serious tone, his back still to you.

“Of course Hans,” You reply giving him a deep bow.

“Und you can’t question my methods,”

“Of course,” You reply

“Und finally,” Fast Hans begins pausing for a moment to think if he might be pushing his luck to far with his last request. “While we train in this dojo you must call me master,” Hans says his professional tone wavering towards the end as he half expects you to call him out on his little game.

“Of course Master,” You reply without a second of hesitation, leaving Hans silently celebrating to himself for a moment before he composes himself and turns to face you.

The next half couple of hours you spend learning various stances, with Fast Hans using his hands to ensure that your body was in the right place. At first, feeling his hands all over your body was distracting, especially given how little your costume covered. You did ask if would be possible to train in a training gi but Fast Hans correctly pointed out that it would be better to learn in the same outfit you’d be soon fighting crime in.

Another problem you quickly found with this hands-on approach to training was that it was getting you excited in a way you hadn’t anticipated. Feeling your mentor's hands cup your perky bosom or run up and down your inner thighs while he checks the ‘stability’ of your stance was getting you hot and bothered. Quite early on in the 'training', your nipples became erect, poking through the thin fabric of your bra and top in a manner that would be unmissable to anyone looking at you. You even found that while excited the tail attached to your hot pants seem to sway from side to side in a manner not too dissimilar to a dog showing it’s enthusiasm for being patted.

You did raise this rather embarrassing problem to your mentor after you felt your legs going weak while Hans was thoroughly testing your stance with both hands on your perky boobs.

“It’s all part of the training,” Hans explains with a matter of fact tone.

“I know but it feels weird,” You explain going bright red with embarrassment.

“Understandable, but there are villains and villainesses who vill attack you like this,” Hans explains

“But how do I train this,” You ask gesturing down to your painfully erect nipples

“We’ll have to incorporate it into your training, if you can withstand being touched and more and still train, then you should still be able to fight when ze real thing happens,” Hans continues in a confident tone.

“More?!?!” You ask feeling incredibly uncomfortable all of a sudden.

Hans hesitates for a moment wondering if he had pushed you too far or said too much too soon, he thinks for a moment before an unpleasant idea forms in his mind. It felt wrong and very underhanded to Hans to do this, but sometimes a hero has to fight dirty too.

“Yes more, you are serious about becoming a heroine aren’t you?” Hans says in a serious tone, fixing you with a cold stare. “You think a villain won’t exploit every weakness you have? That they won’t use this to distract you and get away or worse?” Even as the words left his mouth it felt wrong, but the worst part about it all was that he wasn’t even lying.

“Of course I’m serious, I just didn’t think I’d be doing any naughty stuff like this,” You reply sheepishly

“What did you expect to do when faced with henchmen of villains that use sex as a weapon to commit their crimes?” Hans asks in a soft tone.

“I dunno, I kinda hoped I’d be able to knock them out before they could get their hands on me I guess,” You reply in an uncertain tone.

“Und I hope you can to, however, we must train you for the worst,” Hans says softly placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

The act sending a ripple of something warm run through the length of your body as you look up into the deep blue eyes of your mentor and find confidence coming back to you once more. It would still be weird and something you doubt you could get used to easily but you’d do it if it meant becoming the hero you were meant to be. Besides if it was Fast Hans touching you, it wasn’t that bad, you did have a crush on him through high school after all.

“Well I think that should be enough for today,” Hans says after taking a deep breath.

“Yes, Master,” You reply a palpable sense of relief filling you that you could get out of here and take care of your newfound excitement.

“Oh before we go, you wanted to know what you're equipped with right?” Hans says

You nod, but before you can even ask what gadgets you had, your Germanic mentor grabs your by the forearm and in a movement faster than you can see, he has you flipped over and rolling over his body hurtling towards the floor. Closing your eyes and bracing for the solid impact of the crash mats beneath you, you instead feel the tail attached to your hot pants shift and when you open your eyes you find yourself at lying at a 45-degree angle.

Glancing to the side you just about see the edge of your tail, which seems to have rapidly expanded and shifted shape, arresting your fall and acting as a shock absorber at the same time. Eventually, you try thinking about getting up and the tail shifts again lifting you upwards until you were standing vertically once more.

“Pretty cool huh?” Hans says with a big smile on his face.

“A little warning would have been nice,” You reply reaching back and touching the now-massive tail finding it strange to the touch, simultaneously warm and cold, hard and soft, rigid and malleable as your hands moved over it.

“Ach no fun,” Hans replies with a laugh.

“So how does it work,” You ask, while hesitantly moving and seeing how the tail reacted.

“Mechanically no idea, however, I believe it reacts to your thoughts,” Hans replies

“How? My brains not in my butt,” You reply sounding a little offended.

“Jah, but the base of your spine is right where your tail is und what does the spine send signals too?” Hans explains, leaving you a little embarrassed. In your defence, you were still fairly wound up from the earlier training and not quite thinking straight.

“So what else can it do beyond saving my butt?” You ask, experimentally willing the tail to move about and watching the movements.

“Well it’s fireproof, bulletproof, should resist most normal blades which should mean you can use it as a shield,” Hans says after thinking for a moment. “It’s heavy and strong enough to use a weapon,” Hans continues, “You can also change the properties of it around to alter the shape and size more, but that’s going to be fairly advanced stuff, for now, You’ll learn as you use it,” Hans concludes,

He found himself hoping that it wasn’t equipped with anything that would let La Petite Mort hear how much he had summarised her in-depth explanation from this morning. The idea of another dressing down from the pint-sized professor, especially if she lectured him afterwards too, the thought making him shudder slightly.

“And here I thought it was just decoration, anything else I should be aware of?” You ask with a smile while waggling your new tail around to get used to the movements of it.

“A few minor gadgets for utility stuff, the tail is crowning piece to your arsenal at least till you can be trusted to carry something more powerful,” Hans replies.

“So what now?” You ask turning to face your mentor.

“Well, you’re done for the day, although homework practice using your tail until it’s second nature and moves without you even having to focus on it, other than that I’ll meet you here tomorrow morning,” Hans says offering you a bow which you return.