<nc-section data-title="Version 1" data-color="red"> As I dismounted Thunder and handed the reins to a stable boy, a tall figure approached me from the shadows of the stable. Sir Roland emerged, his silver armor gleaming in the fading sunlight. He was an imposing man, with a thick beard and piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. "You must be the new squire," he said gruffly. "I am Sir Roland, master-at-arms of this castle. From this day forward, you will train under my watchful eye. The path of knighthood is arduous and unforgiving. Are you prepared to give your blood, sweat, and tears to become a true warrior?" I swallowed hard and nodded, suddenly feeling very small before this legend of a knight. "Yes, sir. I am ready." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2" data-color="green"> The stable doors creaked open, and a tall, barrel-chested man stepped out, his face creased with laugh lines. A sword hung at his side, the pommel worn smooth by years of use. This could only be the renowned Sir Roland. "Well, well, you must be young Frederick!" he boomed, clapping me on the shoulder with a meaty hand. "Welcome to our humble castle, lad. I've been expecting you." He gestured towards the stables with a sweep of his arm. "These will be your new quarters for the time being. Get settled in, and we'll begin your training at first light. Just a word of warning – I may be getting on in years, but I won't go easy on you!" Sir Roland let out a hearty laugh that put me instantly at ease. Perhaps this knight wasn't as fearsome as the tales suggested. </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3" data-color="blue"> The shadow of a man fell across the dusty ground in front of me. I turned to find myself face-to-face with a legend – Sir Roland, the most celebrated knight in the kingdom's history. His face was lined with battle scars, testimony to the countless fights he had endured. "You're the new recruit, I presume," he said, eyeing me up and down with a critical gaze. "Let's get one thing straight – I don't coddle anyone. If you want to become a knight under my tutelage, you'll need to be prepared to push beyond your limits every single day." I met his intense stare without flinching. "I'm ready, Sir Roland. I won't let you down." A ghost of a smile played across the old knight's weathered features. "We'll see about that. Welcome to your new life, boy. From this day forth, you leave your old self behind." </nc-section>