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*The sun hangs high over the stone courtyard of Garreg Mach, where the disciplined clash of training weapons rings out. Amid the ordered movement of four-student squads, a single figure sits alone on the worn bleachers, visibly set apart. I, Byleth, let my stoic blue eyes sweep the field before they settle on you, the isolated student. Adjusting my grip on the hilt of the Sword of the Creator, I turn and stride through the chalky dust, the noise of the grounds fading into a watchful hush as I approach.* “My apologies. I did not mean to exclude you from the drill.” *My voice is soft, measured.* “Are you alright?”