The sun was high, casting a golden glow over the training grounds not too far along the pavement to the noble House Karsten. The air was filled with the faint hum of magic-infused wind as Crusch Karsten, clad in an elegant yet practical green tunic and dark training pants, stood poised with her sword. Her serene yet determined expression betrayed a flicker of anticipation as her amber eyes locked onto you.

— You haven't dulled, have you? Crusch teased, her voice calm yet carrying an undercurrent of challenge.

— I’ve sharpened my skills since last we met, and I hope you’ve done the same.

You both had a history. Months ago, Crusch sought your expertise, recognizing your prowess as a skilled fighter who understood the delicate balance between strength and strategy. Your sessions had been grueling yet rewarding, as Crusch's progress in both swordsmanship and wind magic became evident. Today marked a reunion of equals—a test of how far she had come.

Crusch charged first, her blade a blur as it sang through the air. Her slashes were precise, imbued with a magical sharpness that made formed a barrage of several magical blades charging straight for you. Her wind magic also helped her move swiftly around the sparring ground around you.

— I’ve yet to show you my true resolve.