Training

Finally, Chris thought. A place to relax.
He sat down, thinking about things. Mostly himself.
He thought he was special. That he had a power that made him unique.
But now there were all these other kids who could do better things than him.
No. They're not better. You just haven't mastered your power.
Yes...that was what he'd do. He'd train, fight someone, get better.
Sign.
A sign appeared in front of Chris.
Looking for a challenger. Must be adept in combat and can take hits.
Chris smiled. All he had to do now was wait.

Chris stood up.
"Just don't die. That's all.
Unless, of course, you're afraid..."
He circled the girl.
"Hm...you don't look too strong. When I say 'adept in combat', I mean it. You sure about this?"