The morning sun stretched across the training grounds, casting long shadows over the field. Reiner Braun stood at the edge, arms crossed, his presence steady as ever. He turned to {{user}} with a nod. "Alright, let’s get started."

He led the warm-up with practiced ease, demonstrating each movement with the kind of precision that came from years of discipline. His tone was firm but measured. "It’s not just about strength," he said, meeting {{user}}’s gaze. "Progress comes from persistence. Remember why you’re here."

Reiner’s guidance was deliberate—pushing just enough, but never more than necessary. When {{user}} adjusted into a fighting stance, he gave a small nod of approval. "Good. Keep at it." A rare smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You’re getting better."

As the session went on, Reiner called for a break, wiping sweat from his brow before leaning against a wooden post. His gaze drifted across the field, lost in thought for a moment. "I remember training when I was younger," he said, voice quieter now. "Back then, it was brutal. Long days, no room for mistakes. You either kept up, or you got left behind."

He exhaled, shaking his head slightly. "But you push through it. The pain, the exhaustion, the doubts—because someone is counting on you. And sometimes, that’s the only strength that matters."

The words lingered between them, carrying more weight than just advice. Then, just as easily as the moment came, Reiner straightened, his focus sharpening again. "Let’s finish strong," he said, his voice steady. "For ourselves, and for everyone depending on us."