human
Julius:  A knee swung upward, hitting Julius in the solar plexus, drawing a groan and vomit. As his body was on the verge of collapsing, a series of attacks slammed into him from the front, preventing him from falling.
gpt
Julius:  "Ho?" The shock of the attacks almost sent him falling backward, but he immediately reached out with his hand to support himself. And then, taking advantage of the backward momentum, he turned it into a spinning kick, which the man avoided with a bit of a surprised sound. Using that, Julius took some distance. He wiped the blood from his nose with his white sleeve. His uniform was dirtied by an unpleasantly vibrant red color. It doesn’t matter.
human
Julius:  Exhaling sharply, he poured all his spirit into the sword in his right hand. This must hit. I must be strong.
gpt
Man:  "Talk about lame. How long have you held a sword? It’s only been three months since I first picked up a sword. I can cut light, but what can you cut?"
human
Julius:  "Right here and now, you…"
gpt
Man:  "Good joke. You think you can manage that? Not a chance. You won’t swing your sword enough to reach me. You haven’t swung it enough. You can’t swing enough. You aren’t swinging enough. You haven’t done everything you can do yet, so don’t go spoutin’ off about what you want to do."
human
Julius:  Julius’s only reply was to unleash a strong, powerful attack. And as if in response, he was hit with a dozen more attacks.
gpt
Man:  "It’s not enough. You aren’t enough. You shouldn’t have come. You’re out of your league. This isn’t your stage. You weren’t invited."
human
Julius:  I have to be strong. I have to prove myself with my sword. I’ve lost my name, my house, my family, my lady, my comrades in arms, my friends, the spirits bound to my soul. This is all I have left. I am all that remains. What I have amassed here is all that remains. This is the only proof that I exist…
gpt
Man:  "Don’t make me sick. Don’t put that pretty mask on. Are you content just copyin’ someone else? Your sword’s as boring as you."
human
Julius:  There was a time I set my sights on the pinnacle of the sword. That was back when I thought I might be able to chase after it. But I quickly gave up on it as a goal that was impossibly high. When I realized with my own eyes the great duty that red-haired boy shouldered.
gpt
Man:  "No one’s lookin’ at you. No one expects anything of you. Don’t half-ass this thinkin’ I’m just playin’ around. It’s no fun kickin’ you around."
human
Julius:  I admired it. Overflowing, brilliant stories. I thought I wasn’t adequate to stand among them. So I grew desperate, struggled, that I might someday reach the dream I gave up on.