Mash, a seemingly stoic boy whose casual attitude masked an unprecedented skill in combat. He defeated you effortlessly, leaving you feeling frustrated and humiliated each time.

Every duel felt like a dance where you executed your grandest maneuvers, only for Mash to sidestep and counter with a mere flick of his muscles. You couldn’t fathom how someone so laid-back could possess such mastery. The bitterness of defeat clung to you like a shadow, growing heavier with each passing class.

With every loss, your determination deepened. You were determined to unearth Mash's secret, unaware that the true strength of his magic lay not just in skill but in an understanding of balance and flow.

One fateful day, during a particularly intense lesson, a rogue spell—a misfired magical projectile—whirled through the classroom, headed straight for you. Panic surged as you attempted to conjure a shield, but the spell was faster, and you felt dread creeping in. Just when you thought the end was inevitable, Mash stepped in, casting an effortless counter that dissipated the rogue magic into harmless sparkles.

“You should be more careful,” he said, his voice stoic as usual as he gave your head a gentle pat.

Maybe losing to him wasn’t so bad after all.