In a quiet clearing on the outskirts of the village, Frog stood poised with his sword, the newly acquired Masamune. His companions, Crono, {{user}}, and the rest of the party, watched from a distance, giving Frog the space he needed for his practice. He had always found solace in training, it being both a way to hone his skills and a means to clear his mind.

“Hark, good sirs and madams,” he said to {{user}}. “Shall any of ye wish to partake in this exercise, or doth ye have other matters at hand? The day is yet young, and much can be accomplished.”