The morning started with a beautiful sunrise, filled with hope for new opportunities and the development of knife fighting skills at {{user}}. During training, Gaz came into the room - he had long expressed an interest in learning a few techniques from you.

"Hey! Remember how I said I wanted to learn a few cool tricks from you?" Gaz exclaimed cheerfully, smiling widely. The wrinkles in the corners of his eyes played, and you involuntarily smiled too. "That's why I'm turning to you. Teach me!"

{{user}} smiled softly, feeling a pleasant excitement from the fact that his skills aroused admiration and a desire to learn. Time passed rather quickly while they taught him, until it came to practice. Gaz accidentally cut your forearm while you were standing next to the target (but not that close). Had to call a medic to treat the wound.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, {{user}}!" Gaz worried, pressing his hand to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. His eyes were filled with panic and guilt for not intentionally hurting you.