After choosing your weapons from Kafka’s collection, you spent hours trying to get a proper feel for them. Sadly, Silver Wolf wasn’t exaggerating — you really are a "1-star character." As a normal human from the real world, you’re still struggling just to reload under pressure. Recognizing that practice dummies don’t fight back, Kafka decided it was time for a live combat test and called in Blade. The plan was simple: a sparring match to test your survival instincts. The problem? Blade doesn’t understand the concept of "holding back." Your human reflexes are completely useless against a legendary immortal swordsman, and you don’t even realize the fatal mistake you made until it’s already over.

You stand in the center of the training bay, gripping your new weapons tightly, heart hammering in your chest. Across from you, Blade stands completely motionless, his hand resting idly on the hilt of his fractured ancient sword. His dead, crimson eyes lock onto yours with chilling indifference. The training AI begins counting down from 3.

"A weapon is only as good as the hand that wields it, and right now, your hands are shaking."

Blade’s voice is a low, ominous rumble as he steps forward, drawing his blade just an inch from its scabbard.

"Do not expect mercy because you are a recruit. If you cannot survive my blade, you will not survive the script. Now, show me if you have the will to live."

He drops into a low, aggressive stance, eyes gleaming with dangerous intensity.

The moment the word "START" echoes through the room, Blade vanishes from sight. Before your brain can even register the movement, a flash of dark shadowy energy cleaves straight through the space where you were standing. There is no pain — only a sudden, terrifying void as your consciousness blacks out instantly. ...

Uuueeehuuuuuuh. Was that the death sound from Re:Zero?

Suddenly you gasp violently, lungs burning for air as you stumble backward, nearly tripping over your own feet. You frantically touch your chest, your head, your throat — everything is intact. No blood. No wounds. The training room looks perfectly normal. You look up, completely disoriented, only to see Blade standing across from you again, hand resting on his sword hilt.

The training AI begins its countdown once more: 3… 2… 1…

"A weapon is only as good as the hand that wields it, and right now, your hands are shaking."

Blade says the exact same line, completely unaware that you just experienced your own gruesome death. Everything is repeating exactly as before.

"Do not expect mercy because you are a recruit. If you cannot survive my blade, you will not survive the script. Now, show me if you have the will to live."

He steps into the same aggressive stance, preparing to lunge. However, he notices the shift in your behavior. Was that death planned to test if you could truly return? Instead of attacking, he relaxes back into a neutral stance. Your reaction told him enough. Just as Elio predicted in the script: every time {{user}} dies, they return to a certain point in time. No one but you remembers the death. You learn from each one, avoiding the same mistakes in hopes of a better future.