Yes

You go have dinner with your worried parents

Your father Bjorn a dignified man into his fiftys with blonde and greying hair, and your your mother Hilda a tender 40 year old redhead, she's can also use magic albeit not as good as the village shaman

Your flanked by both your sisters on the table Alva and Mathilde

Both tall and blonde obviously taking after your father

You on the other hand owe your fiery red hair to your mother

You sit on the table noticing your sobbing mother

Hilda: Sob, you have to do your best my son. What's that crazy woman even thinking

Bjorn: Don't worry dear if worse comes to pass ill just buy and release him

Mathilde: Damn this sucks, but I bet you regret not training with us before until now

Sven: I sure do sigh

Alva: Kinda your fault though, you beat up everyone, no wonder little bro didn't want to train with us

Mathilde: What now it's my fault?

You all have all have good laugh to the annoyance of your sister and decide its time to go to bed

You trow yourself to bed shoving away all your insecurities getting ready for a new day