human
Fourier:  "This is the day I become a man!” Fourier exclaimed with what appeared to be entirely unwarranted confidence, and Ferris and Crusch had to rush after him as he headed outside.
gpt
Ferris:  It was six years ago, but he remembered it as if it were yesterday: the day the duels between Crusch and Fourier had started. The day Felix became Ferris.
human
Crusch:  "I hardly see how Your Highness can interfere with how I choose to live.”
gpt
Crusch:  “Hmm…but you say you’ll throw away your femininity so it won’t stand in the way of either your noble family or your swordsmanship? No! I won’t allow it! I simply can’t allow that to happen!”
human
Fourier:  "In that case, my lord, what do you intend to do?”
gpt
Crusch:  “The sword! Use the blade to prove your resolve to me! And I shall show you the error of your ways!”
human
Fourier:  "A sword fight? Between you and me, Your Highness?”
gpt
Crusch:  “Yes, exactly. In the off chance you win, you may take whatever path you choose in life. But if I win, you’ll have to reconsider. I will make a woman of you!”
human
Ferris:  Such was the promise they made with each other. Fourier had all the enthusiasm, but Crusch had the resolve. And then the duels began…
gpt
Fourier:  "You are truly without mercy, Crusch! I’m a prince! A member of the royal family!”
human
Ferris:  “All right, Your Highness, all right,” Ferris said. “There’s no need to mewl. Here, look! I’ll get rid of that boo-boo for you.” It crossed his mind that he had healed Fourier just like this on that day six years ago. Nearly weeping and covered in dust, Fourier clung to Ferris. The cat-boy used his healing magic. A wave of comfort washed over the bruises inflicted by Crusch’s wooden sword. Fourier slowly stood up.
gpt
Fourier:  “Ha-ha-ha! Did you see that? How I pretended to snivel and cry in order to win my opponent’s sympathy and buy myself enough time for Ferris to heal me? Just another of my fearsomely clever calculations…!”
human
Ferris:  "Your knees don’t agree, Your Highness,” Ferris pointed out.
gpt
Ferris:  Despite the smile Fourier had carefully arranged on his face, his knees were shaking. It only served to highlight how refined and gallant Crusch looked in comparison. She had taken off her jacket, revealing her slender frame. She held her weapon at the ready and stood so straight she could have been mistaken for a sword herself.
human
Ferris:  “Now, compare that to His Highness…”
gpt
Fourier:  "I can hear you, Ferris! Save your praises of me until the battle is over!”
human
Ferris:  “You know what I love about you, Your Highness? Your irrepressible optimism.”
gpt
Fourier:  Fourier turned his back on Ferris’s gentle jibe, closing the distance to Crusch in a rush. In that moment, he seemed to forget that his opponent was also the woman he loved. But she turned aside his blow, and his own momentum sent him tumbling through the grass once again. Pain followed a moment later, causing him to cough violently as he tried to stand up.