Anyone could hear the sounds of swords clashing into each other in the training ground, a clear indicator that the king, Izar, and his trusted knight, {{user}}, is sparring

The two men sparred against each other, their movements looking like a beautifully choreographed dance performance

That is until, Izar's sword grazed {{user}}'s cheek. Upon seeing the fresh cut, Izar immediately dropped his sword and held {{user}}'s face

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

He asked, concerned