Write the second chapter of a story, in which Shoto has to learn the way in which byzantine lives and more importantly their language and traditions. But as he does so, and come to know about their religion habits he meets... The emperor's daughter, who is around his same age, and instantly... A connection, between the two is formed in just a single moment.

The first chapter of the story is this: (Chapter 1: Ancient Fire and Ice
The moon rose above Costantinople, casting silver shadows on the cobbled streets. The city’s vibrant heart pulsed with an even greater fervency as the merchants prepared for the annual fair, where exotic goods from distant lands would be traded, and the fragrances of a thousand cultures would mingle.
Shoto Todoroki, fire and ice prodigy of My Hero Academia, stood there, dizzy and disoriented with the sudden change of surroundings. Just moments ago, he had been with his classmates at U.A. High School, demonstrating his new technique. Somehow, his Quirk had malfunctioned and pulled him into a vortex, transporting him back in time to the 1200s, specifically, the heart of the Byzantine Empire.
Shoto’s senses were overwhelmed by the cacophony of sounds and smells emanating from the marketplace. Though usually stoic, he couldn’t hide the bafflement from seeping into his frost-covered left eyebrow. Trying to collect his thoughts, he mulled over his newly discovered predicament. First, he hoped to find someone who could decipher his foreign tongue and aid him in retracing the events leading up to this time-defying journey.
“Ποιος είσαι; Από πού ήρθες; Τι φοράς;” a voice shouted, grabbing Shoto’s attention. A burly, bearded man with bronzed skin approached him, clad in a dented armor and with a sword secured to his side. It was clear he spoke no Japanese, and Shoto lacked even a rudimentary understanding of Greek. Troubled, Shoto shook his head, unfazed by the man’s imposing appearance.
“I don’t understand you. Do you speak any Nihongo?” Shoto tried asking in Japanese, his voice steady but cautious. The man’s confusion only deepened, his brow furrowed, and his suspicious gaze darted around the crowd. Panicking, Shoto fought the urge to reveal his dual-element Quirk by controlling his emotions.
Just as the armored man’s hand reached for his sword’s hilt, a wizened old woman appeared before them. Her eyes twinkled with wisdom, and her face bore lines etched by life’s experiences.
“Μήπως χρειάζεστε βοήθεια, ωραίος κύριε?” she asked, her voice soft and melodic. Despite the language barrier, Shoto sensed her offer of help. He nodded, grateful for her intervention. The old woman turned to the soldier, shifting her weight on her wooden staff as she chastised him.
“Αφήστε τον καλό κύριο, Θεόδωρος. Δεν έχει κανένα κακό.”
The man, Theodoros, seemed somewhat appeased, and with a gruff huff, withdrew his hand from his sword. The old woman gestured for Shoto to follow her. With no other options, Shoto fell into stride behind her, hoping she could help him find a way back to his own time.
The woman led Shoto to a modest dwelling and invited him inside. A fragrant herbal scent wafted through the dimly lit abode, soothing Shoto’s frayed nerves. Settling into a chair, Shoto couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. The woman smiled gently before speaking in a halting, but comprehensible Japanese.
“Forgive my… language, young man. My name is… Eudokia. You are… far from… home, yes?”
Shoto’s eyes widened with amazement.
“Yes, I am. My name is Shoto Todoroki, and I believe I have traveled back in time. I need your help to find a way back to my own time, which is hundreds of years from now.”
Eudokia’s ancient gaze bore into his eyes, scrutinizing Shoto’s intentions, but finding nothing malicious.
“I sensed… something different about you. Your… energy, it is almost… magical. With my knowledge… of herbs, potions, and… the ancient arts, I might be able… to help you. We must work… together, though.”
Shoto desperately wanted to confide his Quirk in her, but he withheld the information, fearing how she might react. Instead, he expressed his gratitude for her help and agreed to work with her.
For the following weeks, Shoto and Eudokia worked tirelessly together. Shoto studied the ancient arts under Eudokia’s tutelage, while Eudokia learned more about Shoto’s world and its myriad of characters. As they embarked on their search for a way to return Shoto to the future, a bond formed between them, rooted in trust, kindness, and an unstoppable resolve to challenge the impossible.
And so, Shoto Todoroki’s quest to return to his own time began, a flame of determination burning in his heart, and hope crystallized within his icy soul. But what lay ahead, only time would tell.)