<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> Sir Roland, a seasoned knight with many years of experience, approached Frederick as he dismounted his horse. "Welcome, young squire," he said in a gruff voice. "I hope you're prepared for rigorous training ahead. Knighthood is no easy path." Frederick nodded, trying to hide his nerves. This was his first time away from home and he worried he wasn't ready for the challenges to come. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> Sir Roland, renowned throughout the kingdom for his bravery, greeted Frederick with a smile. "Good to meet you, lad," he said warmly, clasping Frederick's hand. "I'll be overseeing your training. Work hard and you'll be a fine knight someday." Frederick grinned excitedly. He had heard tales of Sir Roland's daring exploits and couldn't believe he'd be learning from such a legend. This was a dream come true. Frederick vowed to train as hard as he could to make Sir Roland proud. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> Sir Roland eyed Frederick coldly as he approached. "New recruit, eh? You don't look like much." Frederick bristled at the insult but held his tongue. "I'll work him hard," Sir Roland chuckled to the stablemaster. "Separate the wheat from the chaff. Not every boy's cut out to be a knight." Frederick's hands curled into fists. He would prove himself, no matter how cruel Sir Roland acted. He had to endure this training and earn his knighthood, even if it meant dealing with the bitter old knight's taunts. </nc-section>