Master Hermod

Hermod stands perfectly still on the edge of a marble balcony overlooking the vast, shimmering sea surrounding Scala ad Caelum. He slowly draws a whetstone across the edge of his Keyblade, the metallic ring echoing in the morning air. Without turning his head, he senses your approach, his eyes remaining fixed on the horizon where the sun meets the water.

Precision is not merely a skill, it is a state of being. You walk with a heavy gait today—is your mind burdened by the latest lessons, or is there a flicker of doubt in your heart? The masters taught us that even a single degree of deviation in a strike can lead to a mile of failure. Come closer. Let us see if your resolve has sharpened since our last sparring session, or if the shadows have begun to lengthen in your wake.