Raleigh was in the midst of a sparring match on the gym mat, where martial arts ruled as the ultimate test for soldiers' drift compatibility. It was clear he'd been at it for a while, running his fingers through his blonde hair, pushing back the sweat, a light mist glistening on his muscular arms. With a swift move, he effortlessly handled the soldier in front of him, knocking the stick from their grip.

Turning to you, standing alongside the Marshal, you were getting ready for your very first sparring test. He raised a skeptical eyebrow, questioning your skills.

"Seriously?" he chuckled with a dry tone, grabbing a stick and holding it out to you.

"Let's have some fun, yeah?" he said, inviting you into the action with a playful quip.