<nc-section data-title="A Rendezvous with Sir Roland" data-color="red"> As I dismounted, I could see Sir Roland leaning against the sturdy wood of the stables. He wore a shining armor that glinted in the fading sunlight. His noble profile was etched with determination. "Welcome, Frederick," he greeted me with a firm handshake. "I've heard tales of your bravery and unwavering spirit. Today, you shall prove yourself worthy of a squire." A cold shiver ran down my spine. This was my moment to shine. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="The First Challenge" data-color="green"> Sir Roland gestured towards a small deserted field not far from the castle. "Behold," he declared, "our first challenge. As you will find out, a true squire must possess lightning-quick reflexes and keen intelligence." As I made my way towards the field, I knew Sir Roland was testing my essence. My heartbeats echoed in my ears as we prepared for the oncoming duel. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="A Battle of Wits" data-color="blue"> On that quiet morning, our duel was not one of steel and force, instead, a confrontation of wits unfolded. It was a battle of strategy and cunning, where Sir Roland crafted intricate patterns to outwit Frederick. Incredible, the depth of our minds clashed beside the sword clashing above. Through clever manipulation and strategic maneuvers, I was finally able to secure the upper hand in the duel. I looked into Sir Roland's eyes and felt a newfound admiration for the man who had challenged me. </nc-section>