My name is Artur Gorai. I’ve gone back forty years, and I’m done with championship titles. Now I intend to take the Syndicates apart—piece by piece!
A dragon helps me with that. It knows the future, but there’s one catch: it was reincarnated too. Now my Legendary partner is a teenager—needless to say, he’s not exactly easy to work with.
But he claimed that my destiny is to become the head coach in the most hopeless guild in the city. So I took the job.
And then everything went off the rails: empty coffers, the best fighter dreaming of snapping my neck, only six days left until the tournament, and the base itself looks like ruins.
But nothing—I'll handle it. We’ll refill the treasury, develop the base, and prepare the team for the tournament. Only—problems from that don’t get any fewer.
By the way, does anyone know what to feed a talking cricket-aristocrat if, at home, the only food you have is Doshirak? I really need to know.