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 they send those whom the empire has decided to forget.
My father is convinced he got rid of the disgrace of our bloodline. Sure, sure.
These “hopeless” ones aren’t weak—no one has simply taught them properly. And I spent half my life training mediocrities up to the level of champions, seeing in each of them what no one else does. Including themselves.
So, thanks, Dad. You’ve just given me an entire academy full of hungry, angry teenagers who have absolutely nothing to lose. Now let’s see what comes out of it.