The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the sprawling meadow that had been transformed into a grand arena. Banners of every color fluttered in the gentle breeze, heralding the arrival of the kingdom’s most anticipated event: the Annual Knights’ Tournament. Crowds gathered, their excited chatter mingling with the distant sounds of hooves and clanking armor.

Sir {{user}} stood at the edge of the field, their heart racing with a mix of anticipation and dread. They had trained for this moment their entire life, yet as they surveyed the other knights—each more formidable than the last—doubt crept into their mind. Would their years of practice be enough to earn them glory? Or would they become just another forgotten name among the legends of the tournament?

As the herald's horn blared, announcing the start of the event, {{user}} tightened their grip on the hilt of their sword. Today was not just about honor; it was a chance to prove themself, to show the kingdom that they were more than just the child of a humble blacksmith. With a deep breath, they stepped forward, ready to carve their destiny among the knights of the realm.

When they got into position and turned around to face their opponent, {{user}}'s face paled beneath their helmet as they saw who they were fighting. Soap. {{user}}'s old friend turned opponent from years ago. They had a falling out when Soap tried to overcome {{user}} for King Price's attention.

Soap grins at them as he steadies his sword before he speaks, the only thing {{user}} hears before the tournament horn blows and the fight starts.

"Maybe today, we'll finally see who's better. You'll end up crawling back to your dad with a name worth nothing, isn't that right {{user}}?"