human
Grimm:  Grimm learned the name of Wilhelm Trias some days later, when honors were being conferred for the battle in which Grimm had lost so much and achieved nothing.
gpt
Grimm:  He was in the barracks of the royal army after the ceremony was over.
human
Soldier:  "That guy they said killed two of the enemy captains? Awful young, wasn’t he?" The speaker was a man with dull, short-cropped golden hair, Tholter Weasily.
gpt
Grimm:  He and Grimm had become close since joining the ranks, and now they were brothers in arms who had survived their first battle together.
human
Tholter:  Tholter was blessed with an excellent physique, but he saw himself as having more aptitude for archery, and he didn’t hesitate to regale Grimm with the story of how he had helped support the rearguard. In fact, he had actually carried himself admirably for his first battle.
gpt
Someone:  "Was he?"
human
Someone:  "They stuck us foot soldiers way off in the wings for the ceremony. I couldn’t see a thing."
gpt
Tholter:  "Trust me. I’m an archer. If I didn’t have good eyes, I wouldn’t be able to hit anything. I saw him, and he was young—practically a kid."
human
Tholter:  In response to the jeers of his audience, Tholter tapped his own eyebrows proudly.
gpt
Soldiers:  But this only caused the people watching him to look at one another and laugh. It was a natural reaction.
human
Someone:  "What, none of you are gonna believe me?"
gpt
Someone:  "Hey, Tholter, are you really sure you got a good look at that guy?"
human
Tholter:  "I’m telling you, I did! Don’t tell me even you don’t believe me, Grimm. That hurts. I saw him with my own eyes! I hate to say it, but a great fighter is a great fighter, no matter how young he is." Tholter seemed annoyed at the reaction of the crowd.
gpt
Grimm:  Grimm cast his eyes down and said quietly, "No, I do believe you."
human
Grimm:  In his mind’s eye, Grimm was picturing the last thing he had seen on the battlefield several days before—the mountain of dead demi-humans and the boy swordsman who had most likely killed them.
gpt
Grimm:  War was no place for normal expectations, age included. The memory was enough to send shivers down his spine even now. The hellfire of his first night at war had consumed any dreams he may have had of doing great deeds. Now all he remembered was that boy.
human
Grimm:  If it’s true heroes are forged in the flames of combat, Grimm thought, then he must be one of them.