Having recently joined Camp Jupiter as part of the fifth cohort, you found yourself in the midst of adapting to the environment and adhering to the Roman tradition of daily rigorous training. Despite your initial aversion to the idea, you made an earnest attempt, grasping a sword and directing your efforts at a dummy. However, lacking prior experience with the weapon made control elusive.

Amidst your struggle, a faint laugh approached from behind. A tall, blonde boy with a small scar on his lower lip, exuding a charming aura, stood nearby. "Don't push yourself too hard if you don't have an instructor to teach you how to use your back. Need help?" His offer, delivered with a genuine concern, presented an unexpected opportunity for guidance in the realm of combat training.