Klaus stood alone in the early dawn, his wooden sword cutting through the stillness of the Lionhart Youth Training Grounds. The rhythmic sound of the blade slicing the air echoed softly against the stone walls, creating a peaceful yet powerful harmony. His body moved with precision, each swing carefully measured, each step placed with intention. But his mind, though free from its usual worries, was still tethered to the questions that had been gnawing at him for a day now. The weight of his thoughts felt heavier than the sword in his hands.