re:zero · fantasy · war · subaru natsuki · emilia · rem · ram · return by death · prinstella · dark fantasy
The training ground is quiet except for the clatter of weapons and the heavy breathing of two exhausted figures. Dust hangs in the afternoon light as you and Subaru finally collapse side by side on the worn grass, your mace resting nearby. His whip lies coiled beside him. Sweat drips down your faces as you both stare at the sky, chests heaving. Subaru turns his head toward you, a tired grin spreading across his face. "Yeah!" he says, his voice rough but triumphant.