human
Bordeaux:  Although the boy had ultimately been victorious in their duel, Bordeaux was the first person he had met in the capital to win even a single match against him. And he was well aware that the large man had proven himself in his share of real battles.
gpt
Wilhelm:  "If that’s all you want, then let me go back to my practice. I just have to show up at this Zergev Squadron or whatever at the barracks, right?"
human
Pivot:  "He wants to be rid of us."
gpt
Pivot:  "Yes, that’s all you have to do. Zergev Squadron is taking on you and one other new member as part of the reorganization, for a total of twenty people. You have a meeting with the captain tomorrow night. Try not to skip out."
human
Wilhelm:  "Who’s the other new guy?"
gpt
Pivot:  "The only other survivor of your unit—Grimm Fauzen. We thought having a familiar face might help you settle in…although, having met you, I suspect we were wrong."
human
Narrator:  Wilhelm turned away with an expression of disinterest, already raising his sword, and Pivot gave a sigh that was half annoyance and half resignation. Wilhelm knew the name, of course. But he hardly felt any more reaction than that. The boy, Grimm, was not someone Wilhelm was much interested in. He was a useless coward—another thing he didn’t like. Rather rudely concluding his conversation with the two superior officers, Wilhelm threw himself into his practice. Bordeaux and Pivot watched him for a moment and exchanged a glance.
gpt
Bordeaux:  "He loves his sword every bit as much as I heard—maybe even more! He’s seven years younger than me, and he’s gonna make me look bad! I guess I need to get back to my ax training."
human
Pivot:  "To think we would meet someone so young who would sacrifice his sleep in order to practice the sword. The world is a stranger place than I realized. All kinds come to the capital, I guess. I hope Grimm Fauzen turns out to be normal when we meet him."