Before Westheid arrived, the two armies had already begun coordinating and assessing one another—it just wasn't a very friendly affair.
On the training grounds beside the forest, the Yonglan Knights were mercilessly mocking the Royal Court's Stringed Swordsmen:
"You're all pathetic. Weak forehands, sloppy backhands. And you think you're worthy of competing with us?"
"This is hilarious. What's the matter? Can't you fight without singing and forming up? You expect us to go easy on you? Do you think the battlefield is a playground?!"
"If you really can't hack it, you could always be our cheerleaders. We wouldn't mind."
"..."
The Stringed Swordsmen, faces flushed with anger from the taunts, muttered retorts like, "Barbarians," "You don't even understand what a Melody ensemble is," and, "Just wait until we harmonize. Then you'll regret it."
