So what do we have? 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 the empire consigns those it has decided to forget.
My father is certain he’s rid his family of shame. Sure, sure.
These “hopeless” aren’t weak—they’re just nobody ever taught them properly. And I’ve spent half my life training mediocrities to the level of champions, and I see in each of them what no one else sees. Including themselves.
So, thank you, Father. You’ve just given me an entire academy of hungry, furious teenagers who have absolutely nothing to lose. Now let’s see what comes of that.