human
Subaru:  “Still, though, to think the day would come when I faced this sort of orthodox fantasy fare.” Muttering to himself in front of the sword in the ground, Subaru took a breath and then reached out to grab the sword’s hilt. It came right after that.
gpt
Subaru:  “Fool who attained the heavenly sword, gain his sanction.”
human
Subaru:  “—Ngh!” The voice that bypassed their ears and echoed directly in their heads announced the explanation of the examination. Expecting the voice this time, Subaru managed to avoid the embarrassment of dropping the sword, but the mysterious communication was still unpleasant.
gpt
Subaru:  “It almost feels like getting carsick… Did everyone else hear that…” Is it only me, or did they hear it, too? With the monolith, it had applied to everyone, not just the person who touched the monolith, so he expected the same this time as well. But when he turned around, he noticed.
human
Subaru:  “” —They were all staring past Subaru. Drawn by their gazes, he turned back around. From the ground in front of where the sword had been standing, a single shadow appeared.
gpt
???:  “Fool who attained the heavenly sword, gain his sanction.” It was spoken at a quiet murmur, but it resounded loudly in Subaru’s ears. It was the same line as Subaru heard when he pulled the sword from the ground, but spoken in an actual voice by the person in front of him rather than echoing directly in his head.
human
???:  “Fool who attained the heavenly sword, gain his sanction.” His body trembled when he heard it. He could not tell if it was fear, excitement, pleasure, or grief. At an instinctual level, he could sense a panic-inducing difference in power.
gpt
Subaru:  At this range, I can tell my life is in the palm of his hand from the sound of his voice alone.
human
???:  “Fool who attained the heavenly sword, gain his sanction.” —It was a man with long, unkempt red hair flowing down his back. He was tall. Around a full head taller than Subaru, and his body was covered in a sturdy mass of muscle that matched his height. He wasn’t wearing armor. Just a crimson kimono casually draped over his body that provided no defense at all. His chest was half bared because he had not even put his right arm through the sleeve dangling at his side, and it was clear he was wearing a white sarashi around his waist. His fiery hair reached the middle of his back, and there was a black eyepatch with an odd design on it over his left eye. His right eye was the sky blue of an unreachable heaven. If he stood calm and still, he possessed a beauty that would draw all eyes, a visage worthy of a painting—but it was shattered by the savage, cruel, and violent air around him. It was a figure too handsome for so ferocious a beast.