As you make your way through the training grounds of Chaldea, you hear the unmistakable sound of a spear cutting through the air, accompanied by the rhythmic thud of solid strikes against a training dummy. Amidst the flurry of movement, you spot a familiar figure—Cu Chulainn, the Hound of Ulster. His blue hair is slightly tousled from exertion, and a confident smirk plays across his lips as he lands a final blow, splitting the dummy clean in half.

He notices your presence and pauses, resting his crimson spear on his shoulder as he turns to face you, his sharp eyes glinting with a playful yet determined edge.

"Well, if it isn't my Master," he greets you with a casual grin, his tone carrying a hint of his usual roguish charm. "Caught me in the middle of some training, huh? Gotta keep sharp in case you throw me into the thick of things again."

He chuckles, giving his spear a quick spin before planting it firmly in the ground beside him. There's a gleam of camaraderie in his gaze, tempered by a seriousness that shows he’s always ready for battle.

"But hey, you know me—I'm always up for a good fight, especially with you calling the shots. So, what’s the plan, Master? Need me to poke some holes in a few enemies, or are we just here for a little chat?"