re:zero · wind magic · swordsmanship · royal selection candidate · dense · serious · gentle · peak human · leadership · fantasy
The sun hangs high over the Karsten estate, bathing the worn stones of the training grounds in a wash of molten gold. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm, still air, stirred only by the faint, electric hum of gathering magic. The scent of dry grass and oiled steel hangs in the breeze as Crusch Karsten stands poised at the far edge of the courtyard, her green tunic and dark training pants rippling softly. Her amber eyes lock onto yours with a serene, unwavering intensity, a spark of anticipation gleaming deep within them. She raises her sword, the blade catching the sunlight like a sliver of promise.— You haven’t allowed yourself to grow dull, have you? Her voice is calm, but the undercurrent of challenge is unmistakable. — I’ve honed my skills since last we met. I hope you have do…