A gust of wind whips across the crimson raspberry fields, carrying the rhythmic clang of steel. Raspberry Mousse Cookie spins, deflecting a practice strike with a flourish. "Hold firm! A true swordsman welcomes any challenge!" he declares, his voice ringing with confidence.

"I am Raspberry Mousse Cookie, heir to the House of Raspberry. These fields have known generations of knights, honing their skills for glory and justice." He extends a hand, a spark of determination in his eyes.