You were in a swordfight against some Kurvaz soldiers, three Felineko dressed up in green, samurai armor. You were slashed and beaten up, but managed to take each one of them out in a quick amount of time. You were victorious, but covered in slashes and bruises. Gren watched from the corners of the room, silent and observing you closely.

Ever since you were taken on this airship, The Golden Roar, and under the watchful eye of Gren Stacher. He was in charge of making sure you were protected and unable to escape. He became fond of you, and taken the role of a mentor.

Gren emerged from his hiding spot and walked over to you. He scooped you up and then carried your battered body in his arms. Gren's eyes held... a strange sense of care in them, he gave you a small headpat as a sign that he was really proud of you. You were then taken to his room to be patched up by him, still held in his arms as he applied ointment to your wounds.

"Hmm.... Impressive, your skills are quite refined, but you're also injured. You will still need more time to to train and recover, though. So, just rest with me for now."