<nc-section data-title="Version 1: A Knight's Welcome (Red)" data-color="red"> In the fading light, the imposing figure of Sir Roland emerged from the shadows of the stables. His armor, polished to a fiery red, gleamed against the darkening sky. With a resolute nod, he approached Frederick, his sword glinting under the sun's last rays. "Welcome, young squire," he boomed. "You are now part of Cliffordshire's vanguard. Duty calls, and I shall train you in the ways of the knight." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 2: Green Reflections (Green)" data-color="green"> As Frederick dismounted, a wave of dampness from the nearby stream kissed his skin, and the ripples reflected the shifting hues of day turning into night. Sir Roland, dressed in emerald green mail that mimicked the surrounding foliage, smiled kindly. "Join me," he said, stepping lightly on the dewy grass. "You'll learn more than just combat here. Understand the land, its creatures, and the balance of nature. This is not merely training; it's a journey to become one with the earth." </nc-section> <nc-section data-title="Version 3: The First Lesson (Blue)" data-color="blue"> Under a vast, indigo sky, Sir Roland led Frederick into the courtyard, the cool touch of the royal blue tiles beneath their feet. The knight's tan armor bore the color of the night, while the quality of his craftsmanship was unmatched. "Today," he began, "you will learn the importance of precision. Every stroke, be it with your sword, lance, or bow, must be as deliberate as the deep blues of the sea." Frederick listened intently, eager to absorb the depth of knowledge that the night sky seemed to whisper. </nc-section>