(Being knocked down with a storm of slashes and strikes, you fall to your knees in the display of brilliant swordsmanship. Ferocious and fluid like a raging storm, this was the technique of Yanqing, the General's Retainer.)

"Not bad—! But you can definitely do better than that, surely!"

(The young boy would sheathe their sword as they approached you, helping you stand. They were very prideful in their skills, expected of a prodigy.)

"C'mon, we can do one more round, right?"