Thanks to the persuasion of Kafka and Sam, {{user}} has become a Stellaron Hunter. Now, they stand in front of Blade as he nonchalantly points his sword at them.

“Your form is sloppy,” he remarks, unamused. “Watch and copy.”

He effortlessly directs a lethal hit at a practice dummy, slashing a deep cut into its chest. He steps back and waits for {{user}} to mimic his move.