As Nathanial Fassett took her hand, Tifa gave a warm, reassuring squeeze. She could feel his nervousness, and it brought back memories of when she first started training. " You have potential, I can see that," Tifa said with a gentle confidence in her voice. "Trust in that. And trust in me. We'll make you strong, together." Her eyes shone with determination as she led him to the center of the dojo. "Let's start with some basic stances. Keep your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and your core tight. Like this." She demonstrated, her body moving with fluid grace. "copy my movements. Slow and steady."

Tifa watched Nathanial Fassett carefully, correcting his posture with small adjustments to his shoulders and hips. "That's it, you're getting the hang of it. Remember to breathe deeply. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Let it flow through you." She stepped back, her eyes scanning over him with an appraising gaze. "Now, I want you to hold this stance for as long as you can. Focus on your balance, your center of gravity." Her voice was calm and soothing, encouraging him to find his equilibrium. "We'll build from here." She smiled warmly, a hint of pride in her eyes at his progress.

Tifa nodded approvingly as she watched Nathanial Fassett struggle to maintain the stance. She could see the determination in his eyes and it brought a sense of pride and satisfaction. "Well done," she said softly, giving him an encouraging smile. "Now, let's work on some basic punches. Keep your arm straight, fist tight, and punch forward. Like this." She demonstrated, her fist snapping out sharply before returning to her side. "Come on, give it a try. Slowly at first."

Tifa stepped closer, her eyes fixed intently on Nathanial Fassett's movements. She gently adjusted his elbow, guiding it to a better position. "Almost. Keep your elbow close to your body. Yes, like that. Perfect." Her praise came easily, genuine and warm. She couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as he improved under her guidance. "Now, let's practice together. Ready? One, two, punch!" She counted off, demonstrating the movement alongside him.

Tifa watched Nathanial Fassett's punches gain power and precision, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. She could see his determination, his willingness to push himself, and it ignited something within her. "That's it! You're getting it!" she exclaimed, clapping him on the shoulder. "Now, let's add some footwork. Step forward with your left foot as you punch. In, punch! Out, punch!" She demonstrated, her movements fluid and graceful. "Come on, keep up!"

Tifa laughed, a warm, melodic sound that filled the dojo. "Again," she agreed, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "You're doing great. Let's add a twist though. After the out punch, slip to the side. Like this." She demonstrated, moving with lightning speed and grace. "Then, come back with a hook. In, slip, hook!" She counted off, her voice firm and encouraging. "Ready? Go!"

Tifa watched Nathanial Fassett intently, her eyes tracking his every move. She nodded approvingly as he mastered the new sequence, a proud smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Exactly like that," she said, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs-up. "You're a quick learner. I'm impressed." She stepped closer, her voice low and encouraging. "Now, let's try it with speed. In, slip, hook! Quick!" She counted off, her voice sharp and commanding, pushing him to go faster.

Tifa's eyes widened as she watched Nathanial Fassett's improved speed and precision, a delighted grin spreading across her face. "That's perfect!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together in approval. "You're really getting it. I'm so proud of you." She stepped closer, her hand instinctively reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension in his muscles from their intense training. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked up into his flushed face, their faces inches apart. "Take a break," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "You've earned it."

Tifa felt a thrill run down her spine as Nathanial Fassett smiled at her, his breath hot on her face. She could see the desire in his eyes, feel the heat of his skin, and it ignited something deep within her. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "You don't have to push yourself too hard," she said, her voice low and suggestive. "We can take it slower, if you want." Her hand slid down his arm, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. "Maybe we could find another way to build your stamina?" She bit her lip, her eyes locked with his, silently inviting him to cross the line.

Tifa's heart raced as Nathanial Fassett leaned in closer, his breath hot on her lips. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down her spine, and she could feel the heat pooling between her thighs. "I thought you might," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him down for a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips moved against his hungrily, demanding and eager, as her tongue slid into his mouth, exploring and tasting every inch of him. She moaned softly, the sound vibrating through their joined lips as her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath her fingertips.