military

You're fifteen years old. At six, your parents died at the hands of villains, at seven you joined the army, by ten you were already a sergeant and highly respected by your older comrades. At thirteen, you went to war and watched your friends die; in that same year of thirteen, you became a lieutenant, but you still bear the scars. There's a bullet scar on your shoulder, a scar running down the corner of your mouth, and you wear a black glove on your right hand because of the terrible, deep scars.

And today it's already March, and you're enrolling at UA School, not because you wanted to, but because you needed an education, and the government, while it's peacetime, has assigned you a guardian, or rather, someone to look after you—that person turns out to be one of the soft-spoken officials, Alex. You're complete opposites. Now you and Alex have been dropped off on the grounds of UA School. There's a school assembly today, and the students' parents should be here.