I Am Tired Of Being A Hero
Chapter 138: Training Asher

Chapter 138: Training Asher

When one was in a good mood, time inadvertently slipped away.

"I should probably go do my laundry for the week now. See you tomorrow, Ravi."

"En."

"Good night."

"Good night, Arlen." He stared at the black screen for a few minutes before letting out a sigh.

He missed him already. He blinked pitifully at the sky that was now getting dark, dinner was going to be chicken and fries. He had already marinated the chicken so the rest would not be much.

He moaned pitifully. Why did he feel like an abandoned concubine when the Emperor left her chambers?

The moment his thought went there, he sat up hurriedly. He was watching too many period dramas these days and it was because of Asher in the living room. Almost all tv period dramas are Pg 13 so what can he do about it?

Letting out another sigh, he lay back on the grass and looked up to the sky.

It was quiet but he could feel the presence around him. Asher was in the living room, Malik outside his gate, just sitting on the pavement, Sage and Lana’s presence was still inside their house. Arlen was on the other side of the town, His lips twitched into a small smile.

It was not a bad ending.

For a second, he wanted to think, what were the Sentinels doing? How were they doing? The last mission had caused large casualties.

Ravi, it is none of your business.

He sighed and looked left where he saw blue Crocs, "Are you sure that you should not be studying bodyguard grading on the laptop?"

"Raviiii!"

He chuckled and sat up to see his ward. The child looked a bit fatter, his sunken cheeks were now getting rounder. Ravi smiled.

He has been smiling a lot these days.

"Okay. I will stop."

Asher sat down next to him, "Ravi?"

"En?"

"You said there was something to teach me."

Ravi blinked, he had forgotten all about that, "I was thinking about what you said earlier..."

"About the villains?"

"Not today. The thing you said about trust, was it three days ago or last week. I don’t remember. You are right."

Asher furrowed his brows in confusion, "I am right?"

"Not totally but when it comes to trust, the best person to trust is yourself. I can give you a protection amulet, or get a supervillain to guard you but in the end, only you can protect yourself. At least buy yourself enough time to be rescued in case something goes wrong."

He had no intention of training Asher the same bone-biting, intense training that he himself was given when he began a Sentinel but at least a little.

Asher listened to him seriously, his blue cornflower eyes crazily focused on him, "You want to teach me to be strong?"

His voice was filled with such disbelief that Ravi was taken aback. The young teenager had gotten used to him doing things for him, he did not even say anything anymore about the weekly pocket money so why was he so shocked about this? The painful thing was that he did not know how to address this disbelief.

Sometimes he felt envious of Malik, the way the other person knew the best way to deal with this kind of situation, he knew what to say, knew what to do.

"A friend once told me when I was young that it was good to have her as a backer, but if I want to be reassured, if I want to hold my head high in front of some powerful...bullies then I have to become strong myself. Nobody can protect me more than me. Asher, I would do everything so that you would have a long, happy life but if I am not around.."

"Don’t say that." Asher moved, wrapping his hand around him, "Ravi, please don’t say that."

Damn! He was an expert at saying the wrong things.

He rubbed his hair, "I am just saying that I would feel reassured, okay?"

"Okay. Ravi, don’t say things like that again." The thinner arms hugging him were so tight that Ravi had to pat his head to get him to release him.

"So you can shapeshift."

Asher nodded his head.

"How are your combat abilities?" He stood up, "Okay, come at me."

"Come at you and do what?" Asher asked, confused.

The same confusion mirrored in Ravi’s eyes, "Attack me."

Asher nodded seriously and fisted his hand, throwing one punch at Ravi. It blocked it with his palm, easily catching it.

"Asher? How do you fight?"

Asher shook his head, "I don’t fight. I can’t fight. My ability is not a combat ability."

Ravi chuckled, then repeated what he had thought so much as a Sentinel that it had stuck in his brain forever, "All abilities can be used for combat."

"I can make myself look like someone else."

"No. You see, shapeshifters manipulate their cellular structure and biomolecular arrangement, you reorganize their biological makeup and mimic the physical and biological characteristics of other organisms."

Asher stared at him blankly.

"You don’t just mimic the person, you mimic everything, you can even mimic their neural patterns allowing you to access and replicate their thoughts and memories, your body can replicate their physical abilities, their strength, agility, and sensory perception."

Asher shook his head, "That is..that is not possible."

"Your ability is just limited by your imagination, Asher. You can do all that and more."

The way Asher looked at him was the way he looked at Alya when she told him he could stop time and he could create a world from ice if he so wished. Of course, mastering his ability took him hundreds of years, and even now, he felt like he had not yet reached the limit.

"What do I have to do?"

"How much have you mastered your ability?"

Asher’s cheeks turned red and he lowered his head before raising four fingers up, "The last time that they had measured me, I was a Level four Shapeshifter."

"That is impressive." Asher was still thirteen years old.

Asher smiled.

Ravi thought for a while, there were many techniques to use to train a Shape Shifter but he needed one that would yield the fastest result and would not be too torturous for a thirteen-year-old.