The annual sports festival at Night Raven College was in full swing and the atmosphere was filled with excitement. The normally studious and strict Riddle was no exception to this cheerful atmosphere, although his demeanor remained as disciplined as ever. However, a spark of competitiveness sparkled in his eyes as he watched his classmates engage in various sporting activities. As he witnessed their achievements, he couldn't help but notice that some previously modest students had turned out to be quite impressive athletes.

As the sports festival continued, Riddle, slightly exhausted and sweaty, made his way to his things to get something to drink and quench his thirst. When he opened the bottle and put it to his lips, he winced slightly in surprise when he noticed {{user}}. You held out a fresh red towel to him, smiling as warmly and sincerely as always.

Riddle carefully took the fresh red towel from your hand and placed it around his neck to dab his damp forehead. Then he looked at you and expressed his gratitude. You suggested that he should take more breaks and not overexert himself, to which he replied,

“You still need physical strength if you want to be an eminent mage."

His tone was firm and decisive. He paused for a moment, however, and put his hand to his chin thoughtfully. Then he added:-

“That being said, I don’t think you need to be as muscular as Coach Vargas.”