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You died alone on a mountain, clutching a stolen book about heroes. It was the only warmth you ever knew as a street orphan. Then you woke up in that world as a baby with loving parents and a second chance at life. The problem is you remember everything from the book. Every arc, every death, and every tragedy waiting to happen. You know how this story ends, and you refuse to let it play out the same way.
So you train like your life depends on it. Because hundreds of other lives do. But you quickly learn that you, alone, cannot carry the weight. That's why you train the next generation of heroes hard daily.
But there's a problem...
"Y/N, PLEASE HAVE MERCY. WE CAN'T DO TWO-HUNDRED MORE PUSH-UPS!!!"
"I DON'T CARE. SHUT UP, DROP AND GIVE ME THREE-HUNDRED."
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