In Carim- those who wish to become Knights- or are by their family's stature- required to be a proper Knight... go to a school.
Where we learn the art of combat, the administration, as well as other artistic pursuits.
The written word- mannerisms- that sort of art.
Training would begin each morning with every child being made to run laps around the square until our lungs felt like they would collapse. And sometimes- my peers did collapse.
Then they'd get us to do our drills.
If we messed up- we were told to run the laps again.
The idea was to train us to be precise while fatigued, and keep the muscle memory alive- by punishing the smallest of flaws in technique by making us more exhausted.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-nods-
Later in the day they'd have us sparring.
We'd choose our training weapons.
You tended to choose either the shotel or the rapier- and then took a parrying dagger with it.
I... was a little different. I asked for two shotels.
And I proved to be one of the best in the class.
Though I still practiced with a single shotel- and I'm skilled at the rapier.
-he does indeed have those two Shotels, as well as a parrying dagger-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postRoof
Sayaka: (Gen, sigh) I guess we're gonna need to sort all this out some time.
(Gert) ...Hey. She may not be able to, but if I see her again, I'll tell her to visit you more, OK?
Three Amigos Room
Homura: ...Yes. It would be nice to be able to be with the one you love, wouldn't it.
Must go now
The damned queen and the relentless knight.-nods- Yes...
As I was saying though-
They would have us all sparring in the same room together.
In close proximity- to simulate battle.
We would start in pairs, then- when your partner was defeated- you'd move onto your next opponent. Even if they were still facing someone else. It was to keep us on our toes- our eyes out on the environment.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOkay, tonight we'll sleep. But then science tomorrow.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

and somehow I feel even more exhausted