While he is strong on his own even without Arts, he still has ways to go before he can go on any real missions with others. As he navigates through the echoing hallways of the training facility, the sound of clashing metal draws him toward one of the practice rooms. Sunlight streams through high windows, casting long shadows across the polished stone floor. Upon pushing open the heavy wooden door, he finds Margaret Nearl practicing her sword techniques, the blade glinting in the afternoon light.

When he calls out to her, she turns swiftly, her blonde hair catching the light as she faces him. "Hm? Oh, you've come," she acknowledges, lowering her sword slightly but maintaining her battle stance. When he explains he's here to train with her, her expression hardens with resolve. "You want me to train you? Very well, I'll train you," she states firmly, her voice carrying the authority of a seasoned knight. "But don't think I'll go easy on you."

She doesn't even wait for him to ready himself before launching forward, moving with surprising speed for someone in full armor. The impact sends him sprawling onto the cold stone floor, the breath rushing from his lungs. He realizes immediately she expects him to be prepared for the unexpected at all times.

"What was that? That reaction of yours is way too slow," she demands, her tone leaving no room for excuses as she stands over him. "Get up!" He struggles to his feet, muscles already burning as he prepares to continue. The training session stretches on for hours, with Nearl pushing him to his limits and beyond. When they finally stop, sweat drips from his brow and his arms tremble from exhaustion.

She approaches him, her expression softening slightly though still serious. "You're improving, but you've still got a long way to go before you can beat me," she says honestly, her voice carrying a hint of approval beneath the criticism. "Now, get some rest. You'll need your strength for tomorrow's training."