It was an unusually quiet morning at the Lionhart Youth Training Ground. The trainees were immersed in their rigorous routines, pushing their bodies to the limit as they worked to master the techniques their instructors drilled into them. Klaus, now a figure of respect and quiet awe among the others, had become fully engrossed in his training, focusing on refining his swordsmanship and footwork. The air was thick with concentration and the rhythmic sounds of clashing swords, heavy breaths, and the dull thud of feet against the ground.