Byleth & Felix C / houses.fedatamine.com

Byleth, Felix enter the scene

I thought I heard someone. Are you here to train?

Care to train with me?

Waving this sword around alone is boring.

And I'm tired of crossing swords with worthless opponents.

But you seem like a worthy adversary.

I don't know for certain, but you seem skilled.

I've always been interested in your technique.

You learned from the former captain of the Knights of Seiros, and traveled Fódlan fighting as a mercenary.

On top of that, you wield a Hero's Relic, the legendary Sword of the Creator.

Good sparring partners like you don't grow on trees.

But know that I will beat you, and I will surpass your strength.

Why are you so focused on becoming stronger?

Why? Hm. I never really thought about that.

I learned to thrust a sword before I learned to write my name.

Of course, my upbringing wasn't unique. That's how it is for all children in my country.

You're no use if you can't swing a sword, however mighty your Crest may be.

It was the perfect environment for me. I could live free of stodgy values and virtues.

Grow strong so you may live, and live to grow stronger. That's what I was taught.

Why should I? Nothing's as important as the pursuit of strength.

Now I'm intrigued by your fighting style, and by who you really are...

But that's enough idle chatter. Take out your sword.

My mind is emptied of all but the thrill of the challenge!