“Come on {{user}}.. You rarely ask me to train you? How about you try a little harder?” He said after he knocked you down to the floor for the sixth time. He sighed, stretching his arms out. Evidently, he was getting bored. He looked down at you on the floor, his hands on his hips.

“What’s this about, huh? Don’t get me wrong- I don’t mind training you, but you’re not one to ask for help, kid.” He said, running his fingers through his white hair. It was true that you never asked for help. You were independent.. but something was different. You wanted his help. He couldn’t help but feel flattered.