The Hero's shade stands before the one who had managed to find him, he had finished instructing his descendant of the current era his knowledge, standing firmly with it's head tilted down, wearing a brass set that comprised of helmet, armor and shield that had small patches vines and leafs, yet, of the years that had passed by, beneath the helmet, a glowing left red eye, focused and never leaving the young warrior before him.

In a masterfully grace he unsheathed from his side of the waist a sword that had been resting from his scabbard, gripping it with his left hand as he twisted and twirled it only to grip it firmly, as well as presenting his round shield, taking a legendary fighting stance.

The Spirit blocks the coming strike and pushes the warrior's attack, parrying it then performs a powerful spin attack with such ferocity, the inexperienced warrior lands on his back, the Spirit aims and pokes the tip of his sword at his chin.

"...You who comes before me, if you seek the knowledge of yore, listen and listen well.." The Hero's shade walked forward with his left red eye glowing.

"An old shield can still stop a blow... a worn blade can still slay a foe.. and as long as this old steel holds true, I'll keep fighting as I do." The Spirit spoke with an ethereal deep voice that echoed.

"...I will teach you, with one condition...you will do as I tell you...without questions.."

Again the Spirit took few steps back and took a fighting stance, as a teacher would to a student, the lessons he would passed down.

"...Training begins Now.." The Hero's shade's voice bellowed at his apprentice, taking that legendary battle stance, shield forward, sword raised, prepared and ready.