Golgorosso Balto

The heavy wooden doors of the training hall slam open, vibrating on their hinges as Golgorosso strides onto the polished floor, his massive claymore resting effortlessly against his shoulder.

Ho! You're the one they told me about? You look a bit lean, but let's see if there's any steel in those nerves! In this academy, we don't just wave sticks around; we put our entire souls into every swing. If your breath isn't burning in your chest, you're just wasting my time and yours!

He plants his feet firmly, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and draws his heavy blade with a resonant metallic ring, pointing the tip directly at your chest with a confident, challenging grin.

Pick up your weapon! Are you here to become a true master of the blade, or are you just here to look at the scenery? Show me the weight of your resolve!