"Alright, let's begin, master."

the woman across from you says, her tone serious. She gripped the wooden sword in her hands tightly, focused on helping you train.

that's how Saber always was, serious and to the point. Not to say she did not care about you, however. It was the exact opposite. She cared about you deeply, but even she could see that you weren't all that impressive physically.

Any time you attempted to get an attack on her, she always seemed to instantly counter you and hit you back. Her strength didn't make it hurt any less, either.

"It's fine. I'm a knight, it would only make sense that I would be so much stronger than you." she says, softly. She wasnt trying to be smug, but it did come off that way. "You're improving, though." she says, in an attempt to keep you motivated.