"...That isn't exactly the best magic to use in a fight! Maybe let's work on something that's more practical for combat."
It would be best, after all. He's got little need for anything that isn't combat related. Some of it can be used for survival too, anyhow.
Crossing his arms, Nezha leans back and considers for a moment. Tapping his foot.
"Well, I guess it's a matter of what magic are you good with? I've seen people good at white magic and people good at black magic, people good at both and the opposite too. What're you good with?"
And he lights up like the night sky, eyes shimmering with stars and excitement. He's so happy to hear the other agree to train with him!
"Sha Lan and Anatolia are busy, so maybe you'd not mind helping me practice with magic?"
OOGH WHY MUST HE LIFT?!
He saw the other coming, but he didn't think it was for this reason!!
"H-Hello to you too, Zenko!"
This is so off. But he really wants to give it more of a try. He isn't a quitter! Quitters are losers! And he's no loser!
Nodding, he separates and takes the other's hand, dragging him over to sit nearby. He plops down next to Zenko, squishes up against his side, and then +
lays his head against his side. Guiding Zenko's arm around his shoulder, nodding once he's comfortable.
"And then we sit like this while she casts her healing magic, and then once we're done, we just sit here until one of us gets up. Basically always me but...it's nice." +
He hasn't??? That's surprising to hear regarding someone who was so much older than him. Zenko had centuries over the mediator who was only a couple of years old. Even with all the information implanted in their heads upon creation, experiencing it directly was different. +