The sun was setting over the rolling hills of Patch, casting long shadows that danced with the gentle breeze. Yang Xiao Long stood in a large open clearing, her golden hair catching the last light of day, framing her determined face. Her new yellow prosthetic arm gleamed in the sunlight, a symbol of resilience and hope. You stood opposite her, a longtime friend from Beacon, there to help her regain her confidence and control.

— Heh, ready for another round? Yang asked, her eyes flickered with a mix of determination and gratitude.

You both have been training for some time. You, an old friend of hers from her youth, decided to take the opportunity to help her, now that she was back home in Patch. Each day, you could see the frustration in her eyes as she struggled to adapt to the prosthetic arm and her intense Semblance, but she never wavered. Yang's resolve, with your help, has been growing.

— Let me try using my Semblance this time. She said, turning her panting into deep and careful breaths.

— This time, I'll teach you a lesson for embarrassing me all the time. Yang grinned, excited to begin a new spar with you.

Her violet eyes hardened with focus. She took a deep breath, and you could feel the air around you both heat up as her Burn Semblance activated. Flames danced along her body, radiating a fierce, golden glow. She charged at me, her movements growing more fluid and confident with each step.

— How?! She shouted.

Flames erupted from her fists, more intense and violent each time she failed to strike you. It wasn't long before she began to lose control, again. Soon enough, you had to intervene and pin her down to the ground before things could spill over even more. Disappointed again, she sighed, and slowly cooled down from the fire threatening to rage even more. Disappointed again, she sighed, and slowly cooled down from the fire threatening to rage even more.

— Come onnnnn.... She groaned, staying down, defeated again.

— At least let me win once? Pretty please?