So, what do we have? Fifty-four years of experience inside 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 they send those the empire has decided to forget.
My father is certain he has rid our family of disgrace. Sure, sure.
These “hopeless” ones aren’t weak—they’re simply the ones nobody ever taught properly. And I’ve spent half my life training mediocrities up to the level of champions, and I see in each of them something nobody else notices. Including themselves.
So thank you, Father. You’ve just given me an entire academy full of hungry, furious teenagers who have absolutely nothing to lose. Now let’s see what comes of that.