[Invincible slice-of-life story, with the protagonist as the master]
I decided to find myself a disciple.
As for talent, someone about as gifted as me would do.
Only then could they inherit my unique arts.
Then one day, I took out the trash and found a little kid.
I raised him.
His talent was pretty good, too.
After three years of cultivation, he could... barely be called an Earthly Immortal?
No, no!
That won't do!
I have to tell him that his talent is... perfectly ordinary.
He mustn't get arrogant or complacent.
Sigh...
I wonder how much longer I can keep "fooling" him.
