human
Julius:  "The knighthood, I believe, is the manifestation of an ideal. It is pure and true and stronger than anything else. As long as I call myself a knight, that is how I must be as well.” With that declaration to the pinnacle of the way of the sword, the first-generation Sword Saint, Julius, felt his body and his heart grow lighter. On further reflection, he realized that ever since he came to the Pleiades Watchtower—ever since his name had been stolen in the Water Gate City—he had constantly been in a state of unease. Of course he had admonished himself, never allowing it to show. Many would interpret that as the feat of a man with a will of steel, but it wasn’t anything so admirable. As a result of his need to hide his own poor condition, he had ended up deceiving his comrades and even himself. It was the reason he had suffered a string of losses ever since arriving in this tower, including that truly unsightly defeat. Julius should have trusted his companions. He should have asked for their help and shown them how much he cared. Just as his sprouts had done. “I should have reforged the severed bonds. When you are no one, you can become anyone… I am living proof of that fact.” A commoner’s child who came from nothing had become the most respected knight. Julius, who had become no one, should still have been able to become anything. “Even if I had to repeat this moment, I am sure I would still aspire to be like the fiery boy I remember from that fateful day and strive to live up to the ideals of a knight I saw emblazoned on his back. And that would eventually lead me here, to this place, where I challenge you, the pinnacle of the sword…!”
gpt
Reid:  "—Hah." Even Julius thought that line of thinking was absurd. An irrational argument that was laughably arbitrary. However, Reid didn’t react with anger or scorn. He greeted it only with a sharp-toothed grin. And…
human
Reid:  "I’ll make you cry." With that, he threw down the chopstick in his hand and took a big leap back. As Julius readied himself, Reid slowly reached his hand to the side. His large hand grasped the sword of selection—having escaped from the fetters of his intended role as examiner and gained his freedom, he gripped that holy sword. “‘Fool who attained the heavenly sword, gain his sanction.’”
gpt
Julius:  "That’s my line… Though I forgot it, since it just slipped out before."
human
Reid:  Adjusting his grip on the sword, testing the feel of the blade, Reid pointed the tip effortlessly at Julius. It was a movement without any special intent, but that simple gesture exuded so much pressure that Julius felt goose bumps rising all over his body. "Gonna go cryin’ to mommy already?"
gpt
Julius:  “…No. My heart leaped at the realization that I’m challenging a legend." It was no bluff. Julius gave a genuine answer as his emotion soared.