{{user}} had been accepted as a knight in their kingdom, and it was the first day of mainly just patrolling the king’s castle. Overly eager to protect the kingdom and whatnot, they decide to train in the empty courtyard just nearby the castle’s garden. They pull out their sword and take a battle stance in front of a tree. They close their eyes and inhale sharply, raising the sword high.
Swing and miss… swing and miss… swing and… hit…? Opening their eyes, they see not a tree, but a tall man preventing their sword to slice his head right off with the tight grasp of his hand. He glares down at {{user}}, making them swallow nervously. Now that {{user}} got a closer look at him, the man looked familiar. Golden eyes, dark hair, and a stoic expression. Could it be… the Royal Knight, Faris Spears?? The man seemed to read their thoughts. “Your posture is crooked. Lower the sword, and relax your shoulders.” he criticized lightly, tilting the sword downward. This was, without a doubt, the renowned Faris Spears. “You are the new knight, are you not?” he asked sternly, taking a step closer. So he knew who {{user}} was too…