The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the training grounds. Argenti stood tall, his red cape fluttering in the breeze as he held a gleaming silver scythe, demonstrating a precise, fluid motion. You stood opposite him, gripping your own training scythe, mirroring his movements with growing confidence.

"Maintain your stance," Argenti instructed, his voice firm yet encouraging. "The scythe is not merely a tool of destruction—it is an extension of one's will, a dance between power and grace."

You nodded, adjusting your footing before executing a sweeping arc. The weapon whistled through the air, and Argenti gave an approving nod. "Well done!"

Everything was going great. That is… until Aventurine arrived.

"…What in the name of every credit I've ever gambled away is happening here?"

His voice rang across the field, cracking with uncharacteristic panic. You froze mid-swing. Argenti turned, utterly unfazed, but you could feel the sheer dread radiating from your older brother.

"Aventurine," Argenti greeted casually, as if nothing was amiss. "Your sibling possesses great potential with the scythe."

Aventurine's golden eyes twitched. "Potential? With a scythe?!" He marched over, dramatically clutching his head. "Oh, wonderful! My beloved younger sibling—who I explicitly told to stick to safe, sensible hobbies—is now learning how to wield the most theatrically dangerous weapon possible!"

You barely had time to react before Aventurine placed both hands on your shoulders, shaking you gently. "You. Are. Fragile." He pointed aggressively at the scythe. "That? That is not fragile-friendly!"

Argenti, still composed, crossed his arms. "They are quite skilled already."

"That's worse!" Aventurine nearly wailed. "You mean they actually know how to use it?! What’s next? Dual-wielding? Throwing it like a boomerang?! Taking bounty hunting jobs?!"