human
Reinhard:  He glanced at the row of high-ranking knights assembled across the training ground, the captain sitting among them.
gpt
Captain:  The craggy old warrior noticed him, grinned, and made a punching motion. "I don’t think he can hear us… Can he?"
human
Ferris:  “This is the captain’s handiwork, all right."
gpt
Ferris:  “Maybe he’s madder at the empire than we realized…”
human
Reinhard:  “I’ve heard the two of you haven’t had an easy time of it. So this fight means something to me. I intend to requite the kingdom’s expectations and my friends’ suffering.” For all that, Reinhard sounded quite lighthearted, still smiling as he turned forward.
gpt
Julius:  Julius and Ferris withdrew, and there was Cecils, waiting for the Sword Saint to make his entrance.
human
Cecils:  Cecils Segmund, the most powerful fighter in Volakia, sandals off, his two enchanted swords in hand.
gpt
Julius:  “Hold it, Reinhard."
human
Julius:  “We don’t have a sword ready for you. Wait there; I can have one prepared in a moment…”
gpt
Reinhard:  Reinhard carried a sword that was like his own partner, yet custom all but dictated that it never be drawn. Even Julius had never seen it removed from its sheath. Thus, he assumed Reinhard would need a different weapon for this battle, but…
human
Reinhard:  “Don’t worry, Julius. I have a blade right here.”
gpt
Reinhard:  Reinhard sounded no different than he had a moment earlier. And yet his voice sent a shiver through everyone assembled there. The kingdom’s strongest fighter, the Sword Saint, was about to duel the empire’s supreme warrior, The Blue Lightning. The crowd, gathered in hopes of seeing the battle of a generation, would first be treated to the display of a legendary sword.
human
Someone:  “The Dragon Sword Reid…,” somebody said aloud. Whoever they were, they spoke for all present. In Reinhard’s hand was a sword both beautiful and terrible. The blade was unclouded, the steel so finely honed that it did not seem made by human hands. Rumor held that it was a gift from the Sword God. Legend told that it had feasted upon many lives, and that it had even ended the Witch. The audience members were one of the few to ever lay an eye on a near mythical weapon.
gpt
Cecils:  “So that’s the fabled Dragon Sword.” Cecils’s heart raced with excitement at the chance to behold the legendary blade. What he felt first and foremost was not terror, or even awe, but gratitude.
human
Cecils:  “I couldn’t be more grateful, more delighted, or more appreciative to see the sword with my own eyes.”
gpt
Reinhard:  “I’m not permitted to draw the Dragon Sword except against a fitting opponent. This bout with you will be only the third time I’ve done so… Indeed, you are one who deserves to face the Dragon Sword.” Reinhard was constantly considerate of others and was always respectful. As such, it was not unusual to hear him praise an opponent. But his compliments now held weight that went beyond the words he said. Julius, recognizing this, felt a faint ache in his heart. Could it be…?