The Ascent of Morn. Vol. 2

So, what do we have here? Fifty-four years of experience in the body of a seventeen-year-old aristocrat; a gift that reveals the true potential of any person; and a one-way ticket to an academy where those the empire has decided to forget are sent.

My father is sure he got rid of the shame of our family. Well, well.

These “hopeless” aren’t weak—they’ve just never been taught properly. And I’ve spent half my life training mediocrities up to the level of champions. I see in each of them what no one else sees—even they themselves.

So thanks, Father. You’ve just given me an entire academy of hungry, angry teenagers with absolutely nothing to lose. Now let’s see what comes of it.