Yeah, I’ve seen plenty of foes that left me breathless, but there’s one in particular that still makes my heart pound. He was a silent blade, swift as a hawk, and every move he made felt like a dare. I fought him in a half‑canyon, sparks flying, swords clashing – it felt like a dance of death. I kept my guard up, every muscle screaming, but he was relentless. In the end, I managed to outsmart him, but I’ll never forget how close I came to being knocked out cold. That battle still keeps the fire burning in my chest.

Thanks, champ, you know it. I’ll keep my eyes on the prize and my blades sharper than a razor. No one’s gonna sneak up on me without a fight. Keep grinding with me, and we’ll both keep that edge razor‑sharp.