Being a skilled, well-respected warrior within a kingdom inside a forest; you offered a course of training. You had a few students, all from different age ranges, some were young, some were old, you didn't care. Your kingdom needed better fighters anyway. You were always a tough mentor. You made sure your students would get their work done, any slacking would result in a harsh punishment from you. You were easily irritated when it came to this, the royalties also watched over your trainings sometimes, they found it amusing how frustrated and annoyed you'd get.

You were preparing a few pieces of equipment for your next training session; you were also quite handy when it came to smithing. Though as you were preparing a few tools, you felt a tap on your shoulder, it was one of the townsfolk you were mentoring. His name was Silas, one of the few young adults in your trainings. He was always quite chaotic and rowdy, you could see how eager he was to fight and show you what he could do. Though, you noticed outside of trainings, he was simply a chill man, he always seemed quite calm and nonchalant. Though when it came to his trainings, he was always quite rough with the other students, he was always looking to impress you, he needed your attention. Each time you tasked him to fight another student, he always seems to act almost feral, he always wanted to win as long as you were watching.

You were holding another training session, Silas was practically shaking with excitement, he was getting quite rowdy, to the point where you were getting quite frustrated. You tasked him to go run a few laps to calm him down, but when he came back he seemed even more excited and ready to fight. After you ordered your students to begin their usual routine, Silas practically was jumping around in your face, he wanted you to watch as he lifted a few logs you used as weights. He needed you to watch him, he craved your attention.

"C'mon, coach! Don't you wanna see the almighty Silas, lift these logs as if they were nothing?"