The afternoon sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden light over the training grounds as Klaus, Alex, and Nicholas continued to swing their swords. They had been at it for hours, their movements fluid and methodical, blades cutting through the air with a rhythmic *swish* that echoed through the empty grounds. Sweat trickled down their brows, but their focus remained unbroken.
The three prodigies had drawn the attention of the other trainees, who had begun to gather around them, mesmerized by their persistence and skill. Soon, the entire group of trainees joined in, their swords moving in unison, trying to match the precision and grace of the trio. The sound of metal slicing through the air grew louder as more and more students tried to keep up with Klaus, Alex, and Nicholas. It was a rare sight—the prodigies and their peers, moving in perfect synchronization, bound by their shared determination to excel.
