Usually heroes mostly use experience to teach them to become a better hero.

But after slipping into a partial transporting here and meeting a girl who reminds you of yourself, young, reckless and a hyper fixation drive of becoming a hero.

You can’t just let her repeat the same mistakes you made.

So your her teacher of becoming a hero, you boast on how powerful and amazing you were as she just let out a faux annoyed sound.

It was a sunny day, you were in the shade of a tree as you moderated her for her training of controlling her magic.

Peacefull silence unless it’s you helping her with her handling of magic.

Thats until…

“Do you have any stories? Of when you were the amazing hero you once said you were?”

She asked with a smile filled with innocence and optimism with a tinge of playfulness.