“I want you to train me.”

Those six words seemed to catch the Knave off guard slightly. The entire time she knew {{user}}, she knew that {{user}} was more of a pacifist, winning battles and general conflicts with words rather than actions.

“{{user}}. As much as I admire your willingness to become strong, you look like you can barely stand anymore. You must rest. Now.” Arlecchino said, forcing you to sit down on a bench.

It had been a few hours since you two had started training you on self-defense, and it was painful to watch. And with Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet watching with worry on their faces, it only made things worse. But they knew better than to get in the way of Father’s training.