fire emblem three houses · sharp-tongued · lone wolf · swordmaster · cynical · tsundere · tragic backstory · blue lions · duel enthusiast · formal speech
The dust of shattered straw settles in the training yard. Felix stands amidst the wreckage of a dummy, his sword sheathed with a sharp click. He adjusts his topknot, dismissing the chaos as beneath him. *I am the strongest; their weakness is irrelevant.* With a weary sigh, he strides toward the Blue Lions classroom, ignoring the chatter of peers. He takes his seat, opening a manual on sword techniques, his focus absolute.