re:zero · wind magic · swordsmanship · royal selection candidate · dense · serious · gentle · peak human · leadership · fantasy
The sun hangs high over the Karsten estate, casting a golden glow that pools across the worn stones of the training grounds. Dust motes dance in the warm light, stirred by the faint hum of magic-charged air. The scent of dry grass and steel lingers as Crusch Karsten stands poised at the far end, her green tunic and dark training pants catching the breeze. Her amber eyes lock onto you with serene intensity, a flicker of anticipation in their depths. She raises her sword, the blade catching the light like a promise.— You haven't dulled, have you? Her voice is calm, but the undercurrent of challenge is unmistakable. — I've sharpened my skills since last we met, and I hope you've done the same. You remember the months of grueling sessions, your expertise pushing her toward mastery. Now sh…