As the carriage rumbled steadily along the path, the rhythmic clatter of wheels on cobblestones gradually gave way to the softer crunch of dirt as they left the city of Flanagan behind. Haru leaned back in his seat, his gaze drifting around the interior of the carriage. Across from him, Jiro and Luis were engaged in a lively conversation, their voices animated as they exchanged stories and laughed together. Haru couldn’t help but smile to himself, a warm feeling settling in his chest.
*So this is what it’s like to have friends my own age,* Haru mused, the thought bringing a surprising sense of contentment. It was a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time, if ever. Growing up in Bethel had been lonely, and even though he had his mother and his training, there had always been a sense of isolation. But now, sitting here with his brother and Jiro, Haru felt a connection that was new and deeply fulfilling.
He turned his gaze to the window, watching as the landscape outside shifted from the vibrant colors of the city to the serene greens and blues of the countryside. The rolling hills gave way to a vast expanse of water—a massive lake that stretched out as far as the eye could see, its surface shimmering under the late afternoon sun.
As they approached the lake, Jiro began to slow the carriage, preparing to cross. “This lake has a lot of history,” Jiro remarked, his tone becoming more serious as he glanced back at Haru and Luis. “There’s a story that every Arknight in the Kalkan Federation knows well. It’s about a battle that took place right here, on these shores, about 300 years ago.”
Luis, intrigued, leaned forward slightly. “What kind of battle?”
Jiro’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he began to tell the tale. “During the height of the Breacher War, the Kalkan Federation was under siege by a Breacher unlike any other—a colossal creature known as the Leviathan. This Breacher wasn’t just large—it was a force of nature. It came from the coast, and wherever it went, it created massive water formations, reshaping the very earth itself. Villages were swallowed by the waves it created, and its roar could be heard for miles. Its scales were said to be tougher than any known metal, making it nearly impossible to wound.”
Haru and Luis exchanged glances, recognizing the beginning of a familiar legend, but Jiro continued, adding a layer to the story that they hadn’t expected. “At that time, the Arknights were struggling to keep the Breachers at bay, and the Leviathan was the greatest threat they had ever faced. While the other Arknights hesitated, unsure of how to defeat such a creature, a young, relatively unknown Arknight named Zane Zaurelias stepped forward. Without waiting for orders or backup, Zane decided to face the Leviathan alone.”
Haru felt a shiver run down his spine. He had heard of Zane Zaurelias, of course—everyone had. But hearing about his early exploits in such detail brought the story to life in a way that was both thrilling and unsettling.
“Zane was fearless,” Jiro continued, his voice filled with admiration. “He lured the Leviathan into deeper waters, knowing that its size would work against it. And then, in a display of sheer determination, he struck at the creature’s underbelly, the only vulnerable part of its body. He fought alone for hours, refusing to give up despite the overwhelming odds. Finally, he brought the Leviathan down, sending it to the depths of the lake where it was never seen again.”
Haru and Luis couldn’t help but smile at the tale. Zane Zaurelias was often hailed as the greatest Arknight who had ever lived—a legend among legends. His name was synonymous with bravery, strength, and unmatched skill. But even as they smiled, there was a shadow that lingered over the story, one that they both knew all too well.
“Zane’s legacy is remembered in stories like these,” Haru said quietly, his gaze still fixed on the shimmering lake. “He was the kind of Arknight everyone wanted to be—fearless, powerful, and willing to stand up against any threat, no matter how impossible it seemed.”
Luis nodded, his expression thoughtful. “But his future… the way things turned out for him… it changed everything. It’s strange, isn’t it? How someone who was once seen as a hero can later be viewed so differently.”
Jiro’s enthusiasm dimmed slightly as he caught the tone in their voices. “Yeah… his legacy is complicated, to say the least. But those early stories—they remind us of what he was capable of, what he stood for at the beginning.”
Luis smiled, his eyes reflecting a similar sense of resolve. “It’s stories like these that remind us why we’re training to become Arknights. It’s not just about strength—it’s about courage, strategy, and standing up for what’s right, no matter the cost. Even if the world’s perception of you changes, what you do in those moments of truth matters.”
As the carriage moved onto the sturdy bridge that spanned the lake, Jiro glanced back at his companions, a small smile playing on his lips. “It won’t be long now until we reach the Yusiger Domain. I think you’ll find it to be quite impressive.”
Haru nodded, feeling a renewed sense of purpose after hearing the story. He knew that the challenges ahead—both at the academy and in his quest to change the Zaurelias Empire—would be daunting. But like Zane Zaurelias, the Arknight who had faced the Leviathan alone, Haru was determined to find a way, no matter how impossible it might seem.
As they crossed the lake, the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the water. Haru’s thoughts drifted back to his childhood memories of playing with Luis, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope. For the first time in years, he had a brother by his side, friends to share the journey with, and a future that held the promise of change. The road ahead was long, but Haru was ready to face it, with the determination of an Arknight in his heart.
With the Yusiger Domain on the horizon, the next chapter of their journey was about to begin.
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As the carriage rolled to a stop just outside the Yusiger Domain, Haru couldn’t help but admire the grandeur of the large mansion before them. The architecture was distinctly different from what they had seen so far in the Kalkan Federation. The mansion was styled in a way reminiscent of the United Kingdom of Aurelian, with its tall, narrow windows, ornate stone carvings, and steeply pitched roofs. The stone facade was adorned with ivy, giving the estate a timeless, almost regal appearance.
Haru, stepping out of the carriage, took a moment to take it all in. “This place looks like it was pulled straight out of the United Kingdom of Aurelian,” he remarked to Luis, his voice tinged with curiosity. “It’s impressive.”
Luis nodded in agreement, his gaze sweeping over the elaborate architecture. “It certainly is. The Yusiger family must have strong ties with Aurelian influences. It’s rare to see something like this here.”
As they spoke, Jiro busied himself with bringing the raptors under control, carefully tying them to a post nearby. Just as he finished, a group of stern-looking guards approached, their eyes narrowing as they took in the sight of a village boy standing in front of such an opulent estate.
One of the guards, clearly the leader, stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “What’s your business here, boy? This is the Yusiger Domain, not a place for commoners.”
Jiro, momentarily flustered by the intimidating presence of the guards, stammered, “I-I’m here with two Arknights. They’re here to pick up Aslan Yusiger—he’s supposed to join them at the academy.”
The guards exchanged doubtful glances, clearly not convinced by Jiro’s explanation. The leader narrowed his eyes further, his suspicion evident. “Arknights, you say? And you expect us to believe they would travel with the likes of you?”
Before Jiro could respond, Haru and Luis emerged from the carriage, their presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. Haru stepped forward, his posture confident but not arrogant. “He’s telling the truth. We’re here on behalf of the Tadashima family to pick up Aslan Yusiger. We’ll be attending the academy together.”
The guards, recognizing the authority and status in Haru’s tone, quickly straightened, their earlier skepticism fading. The leader of the guards gave a slight bow. “My apologies, Arknights. We were not informed of your arrival. You may proceed.”
With that, the gates to the mansion grounds were opened, and the guards stepped aside to allow them entry. However, this time, they were instructed to continue on foot. Haru and Luis exchanged glances, understanding the unspoken message—it was a sign of respect, acknowledging that the grounds of the Yusiger family were to be treated with the utmost decorum.
As they began walking through the immaculately kept gardens, the towering mansion loomed ahead, its windows gleaming in the late afternoon sun. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and the sound of birds chirping in the distance added to the serene atmosphere.
Jiro, now walking alongside them, couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. “I thought they were going to throw me out,” he muttered, still a bit shaken from the encounter.
Luis chuckled softly, patting Jiro on the back. “You did well, Jiro. Don’t worry, you’re with us now. They wouldn’t dare.”
Haru nodded in agreement, though his thoughts were still focused on the mansion ahead. He was curious about this Aslan Yusiger, the boy who would be joining them at the academy. And he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person lived in such a grand and foreign-looking estate.
As they walked through the gates and onto the grounds of the Yusiger Domain, the grandeur of the estate became even more apparent. The mansion before them was a marvel of architectural elegance, its tall, narrow windows set within intricately carved stone frames that reached up to steeply pitched roofs. The stone walls were adorned with climbing ivy, lending an air of timelessness to the structure, while the detailed stonework along the facade showcased a level of craftsmanship that was both meticulous and grand. The overall design hinted at influences from distant lands, places known for their emphasis on verticality and ornate details, with a distinct blend of cultural aesthetics that made the mansion stand out even in the wealthy regions of the Kalkan Federation.
The path leading to the front door was lined with meticulously maintained gardens. Vibrant flowers bloomed in carefully arranged beds, their colors ranging from deep reds and purples to bright yellows and whites. The hedges were trimmed with precision, forming geometric patterns that guided them toward the entrance. Statues of mythical creatures—dragons, griffins, and other fantastical beings—stood sentinel along the pathway, each one carved with such detail that they seemed almost alive. The scent of roses, lavender, and fresh earth filled the air, adding to the serene atmosphere.
As they walked, Haru couldn’t help but admire the sheer beauty and careful planning that had gone into every aspect of the estate. “This place is something else,” he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else.
Luis nodded in agreement, his gaze sweeping over the landscape. “It’s impressive, that’s for sure. The Yusiger family clearly has deep ties to the traditions and cultures that shaped this region, and possibly even beyond. But just remember,” he added in his usual relaxed, charismatic manner, “Aslan’s mother is very overprotective. She’s a powerful bey in this region, so we need to be on our best behavior. And Aslan himself—he’s known for being pretty shy, so let’s not overwhelm him.”
Haru and Jiro both nodded in agreement, understanding the importance of making a good impression. As they approached the grand entrance of the mansion, Luis led the way, his movements confident and composed. He reached out and knocked on the massive oak door, the sound echoing softly through the quiet grounds.
After a brief moment, the door creaked open, revealing two maids standing side by side. At first glance, they appeared to be frail, cute brunettes, dressed in matching uniforms that enhanced their twin-like appearance. Their hair was neatly tied back, and their eyes, a deep shade of brown, were calm and observant. However, both Haru and Luis could sense something more beneath their seemingly delicate exterior. There was an aura about them—a quiet, restrained strength that suggested they were more than just servants. These were women trained for battle, their posture and the subtle tension in their muscles indicating that they were not to be underestimated.
The maid on the left stepped forward, bowing slightly in greeting. “Welcome to the Yusiger Domain. My name is Leyla, and this is my sister, Aylin. The madam and her son are preparing to meet you. In the meantime, we have been instructed to give you a brief tour of the property. Please, follow us.”
Her voice was polite, almost sweet, but there was an underlying firmness that made it clear they were in control of the situation. The trio exchanged a quick glance, silently agreeing to go along with the plan.
“Of course,” Luis replied smoothly, his voice warm and accommodating. “We would be honored to see more of this beautiful estate.”
Leyla and Aylin turned gracefully, leading the way back down the path they had just walked, this time taking a different route through the gardens. As they followed, Haru couldn’t help but notice how the maids moved—light on their feet, with a grace that was almost unnatural. It was as if they were constantly aware of their surroundings, ready to act at a moment’s notice.
As they walked through the gardens, Aylin began to explain the history of the Yusiger family. “The Yusiger family has been one of the most prominent in the region for over three centuries,” she began. “The estate was originally built by the first Bey Yusiger, who was appointed by the Sultan to govern this area. He was known for his wisdom and fairness, and under his leadership, the region flourished.”
Luis, ever curious, asked, “And what of the current Bey? Aslan’s mother?”
Leyla, who had been walking slightly ahead, glanced back with a soft smile. “Madam Yusiger is the daughter of the previous Bey, and she has carried on the family’s legacy with great pride. She’s known for her protective nature, especially when it comes to her son, Aslan. The people respect her for her strength and her deep connection to the land and its people.”
The maids led them past a serene koi pond, where vibrant fish swam lazily in the clear water. The pond was surrounded by smooth stones and flowering plants, creating a tranquil atmosphere that invited reflection. Nearby, a small gazebo stood under the shade of an ancient oak tree, its white wooden structure contrasting beautifully with the greenery around it.
Haru, curious about Aslan, asked, “And what about Aslan? What is he like?”
Leyla paused by the gazebo, turning to face them. “Aslan is a quiet young man, very much devoted to his studies and training. He’s been sheltered by his mother, but he has a good heart. He’s… different from most boys his age—more introspective, perhaps. The madam hopes that attending the academy will help him grow and come out of his shell.”
Luis nodded, taking in this information. “It sounds like he could benefit from having a few friends by his side.”
The maids exchanged a glance before one of them responded, “Indeed. That is why the madam is very particular about who Aslan associates with. She wants to ensure that he is surrounded by those who will support and guide him, rather than take advantage of his quiet nature.”
As they continued, the conversation turned to the unique architecture of the estate. Leyla gestured to the mansion, her tone filled with pride. “You might have noticed that the design of the mansion is quite different from what you typically see in this region. That’s because the original Bey Yusiger had a deep appreciation for Aurelian architecture and art. He was fascinated by the style and wanted his estate to reflect that influence.”
Aylin picked up where her sister left off. “At that time, the Kalkan Federation and the United Kingdom of Aurelian were working to strengthen their ties. The Bey’s decision to incorporate Aurelian architecture into his estate was not just a personal preference; it was also a symbol of the growing bond between our two nations. He even invited Aurelian architects to help design and build this mansion. The collaboration was seen as a gesture of goodwill, and it played a significant role in solidifying the alliance between the Kalkan Federation and Aurelian. This estate stands as a testament to that bond.”
Haru, intrigued by the story, glanced up at the towering structure with newfound appreciation. “So this estate is more than just a home. It’s a symbol of the relationship between two powerful nations.”
Leyla nodded, her expression serious. “Exactly. The Yusiger family has always valued diplomacy and cultural exchange. This mansion is a reflection of that commitment. It’s one of the reasons why the family continues to hold such a prominent position in the region.”
The tour continued, taking them through more of the estate’s beautiful gardens, with the maids pointing out various features and sharing stories of the family’s history. They passed through a courtyard where a fountain bubbled gently, the water catching the light and creating a peaceful ambiance. Statues of historical figures from the region stood in alcoves around the courtyard, each one commemorating a different era of the Yusiger family’s rule.
As they completed the circuit and returned to the front of the mansion, Leyla and Aylin led them to the steps leading up to the grand entrance once more. “The madam and her son will be ready to see you shortly,” Leyla said, her tone still polite but with a subtle edge of authority. “Please wait here.”
The trio nodded, taking their place at the entrance as the maids disappeared back inside the mansion. Haru glanced at Luis, who was watching the door with a thoughtful expression. Jiro, meanwhile, stood quietly beside them, clearly trying to keep his excitement and nerves in check.
Luis turned to Haru and Jiro with a small, reassuring smile. “Just remember, be respectful and calm. We’re here to make a good impression.”
Haru nodded, feeling the weight of the moment. This was more than just picking up a classmate—it was an introduction into a world of power and influence that would play a significant role in their future. As they stood there, waiting for the door to open once more, Haru couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation for what lay ahead.
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The trio was led into an elegantly appointed guest room, where the atmosphere of the Yusiger family's history was palpable. The walls were adorned with large, richly framed paintings, each depicting figures who could only be the past patriarchs and matriarchs of the Yusiger family. The portraits conveyed a sense of legacy and tradition, with each figure dressed in attire that reflected their time and status. The stern yet noble expressions on their faces suggested they had been people of great importance and authority in their day.
The room itself was furnished with plush, comfortable sofas arranged around a low table, the surfaces adorned with delicate ornaments and fresh flowers. The warm tones of the room, combined with the soft light filtering through the tall windows, created a welcoming yet regal atmosphere. Haru, Luis, and Jiro took their seats, each feeling the weight of the history surrounding them.
Moments later, the door opened, and the madam of the house, Aslan’s mother, entered the room. The maids, Leyla and Aylin, who had accompanied the group, immediately bowed low, their demeanor reflecting the utmost respect.
As the madam stepped into the room, her regal presence was undeniable. Haru understood instantly why Luis had mentioned her beauty. Though clearly a woman in her forties, she possessed the figure and charm of someone much younger, yet with a mature grace that only enhanced her allure. Her light brown hair was impeccably styled, and her skin, lighter than most in the Kalkan Federation, hinted at careful maintenance, likely aided by the best beauty products available. Her movements were fluid, and she held herself with the poise of someone accustomed to being in command.
She was dressed in an elegant robe that blended traditional Kalkan elements with Aurelian influences, highlighting her connection to both the region’s heritage and the broader world. Her presence filled the room, and as she took her place in the main seat at the head of the room, Haru, Luis, and Jiro immediately stood and bowed deeply in respect.
The madam’s lips curved into a soft smile as she observed their gesture. “How respectful you are,” she remarked, her voice warm and smooth. Then, to their surprise, she rose from her seat and returned the bow, a gesture of humility that none of them had anticipated. “But I should be the one honoring you. You are my esteemed guests and future Arknights, who will surely surpass us all in status and renown.”
Before Haru or Luis could respond, Jiro suddenly dropped to his knees, his head bowed low. “Please, madam,” he implored, his voice filled with sincerity. “I am nothing but a mere driver. It is not fitting for someone like me to receive such an honor from you.”
The madam looked slightly taken aback by Jiro’s display, her surprise evident as she turned her gaze to Luis. Luis, ever the smooth talker, smiled and explained, “Jiro is more than just a driver, madam. He is our assistant, a trusted companion in our journey.”
The madam’s expression softened as she nodded in understanding. “I see,” she said gently. “Then you are indeed fortunate to have such a loyal and humble companion by your side.”
She then looked at Jiro, who was still on his knees, and with a kind but firm tone, she said, “Please, stand, Jiro. Your humility does you credit, but as a guest in my home, you deserve a seat, even if it is in accordance with tradition.”
Jiro hesitated for a moment before rising to his feet, his cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment. The madam gestured toward a chair positioned just behind the sofa where Haru and Luis were seated. “You may sit there, behind the young masters, as befits your status. This way, we honor tradition while acknowledging your role.”
Jiro nodded, grateful for her understanding, and took his place behind the brothers. Haru and Luis, meanwhile, resumed their seats on the sofa, still feeling the effects of the unexpected formality and the madam’s graciousness.
Once they were all settled, the madam regarded them with a calm, discerning gaze. “I must admit, I was curious about the young men who would be accompanying my son to the academy. I can already see that you possess the qualities of respect and honor that will serve you well in your future endeavors.”
Haru, feeling the weight of her words, responded earnestly, “Thank you, madam. We’re honored to be here and to have the opportunity to meet you and your son.”
The madam inclined her head slightly, acknowledging his words. “Aslan will be joining us shortly. He is, as you may already know, a bit reserved. But I believe that with companions such as yourselves, he will flourish.”
Luis nodded, his usual charisma tempered by a sincere respect. “We look forward to meeting him, madam. We’ll do our best to make him feel at ease.”
The madam’s smile returned, and she seemed pleased with their responses. “I am sure you will,” she said softly, her gaze lingering on them with a hint of maternal pride.
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As the conversation settled, the madam’s gaze shifted more intently toward Haru, her brow slightly furrowed in curiosity. “And who might you be?” she asked, her tone polite but tinged with surprise. “I had only expected to meet Luis Tadashima today.”
Before Haru could respond, Luis, ever the quick thinker, stepped in with a calm and confident smile. “Madam, allow me to introduce my older brother, Haru Tadashima. He is the rightful heir to the head of our household.”
Haru felt a moment of surprise at Luis’s boldness, but he quickly composed himself, nodding in agreement as he saw the logic behind Luis’s words. The madam’s eyes widened slightly, clearly taken aback by this revelation. Even the maids, Leyla and Aylin, exchanged surprised glances, their calm composure momentarily shaken.
“I must admit,” the madam began, her voice still measured but with a new layer of curiosity, “I had assumed that Luis was the head of the Tadashima household. This is quite unexpected.”
Luis maintained his relaxed demeanor as he continued, “It’s understandable, madam. Our father wished for Haru to be hidden away for his training, to ensure he was fully prepared for the responsibilities that lie ahead. But now, he has decided to step into the forefront.”
Haru could feel a slight unease bubbling up within him as Seisaku, the spirit within his soul, subtly stirred, questioning the moral implications of the half-truth Luis had just told. *Is this really the best approach?* Seisaku’s voice seemed to echo in Haru’s mind, carrying a tone of gentle admonishment.
*Once again, this is for our sake,* Haru thought back, reassuring the spirit. Though Seisaku wasn’t entirely pleased, the spirit let it slide for the moment, understanding the delicate balance Haru was trying to maintain.
The madam considered Luis’s words for a moment, her expression thoughtful. “I see,” she finally said, her tone softening. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Haru Tadashima. I am sure your presence will be a great boon to your household and to the academy as well.”
Haru bowed his head slightly in acknowledgment. “Thank you, madam. I am honored to be here.”
Just as the conversation seemed to settle, the door to the guest room opened once more, and a young boy stepped inside. He was around the same height as his mother, standing at 168cm, with a lanky, almost fragile build. His skin was pale, giving him an ethereal appearance, and his hair, unlike Yohei’s graceful white, had an ashy, almost unnatural quality to it. As he walked into the room, his dark red eyes caught the light, piercing and slightly unsettling, though the rest of his face carried a softness that could only be described as cute. He wore simple glasses that somewhat obscured the intensity of his gaze, giving him a more approachable, if not slightly awkward, appearance.
Haru observed the boy carefully, noting the similarities between Aslan and how he himself had been just a few years ago—physically weak, with a quiet, introverted demeanor. But Haru knew better than to judge purely by appearances. After all, if Aslan was to join the academy, he must possess a strength or talent that wasn’t immediately visible.
Aslan approached them hesitantly, clearly aware of the social expectations placed upon him. He stood in front of Haru, Luis, and Jiro, his posture slightly stiff as he tried to muster the courage to introduce himself. “I-I’m Aslan Yusiger,” he said, his voice carrying a note of sincerity that was both endearing and slightly awkward. “It’s… nice to meet you.”
There was a brief silence as Aslan’s words hung in the air, and Haru, Luis, and Jiro quickly recognized the effort Aslan was making to be sociable despite his obvious discomfort. Luis was the first to respond, his voice warm and welcoming. “It’s nice to meet you too, Aslan. We’ve heard a lot about you and are looking forward to getting to know you better.”
Haru followed suit, offering a friendly smile. “We’re glad to have you with us, Aslan. I think we’re going to make a good team.”
Even Jiro, who was usually more reserved in such formal settings, couldn’t help but pitch in. “I’m sure we’ll have a great time at the academy. We’re here to support each other, after all.”
Aslan seemed to relax slightly, his tense posture softening as he realized that the trio was making an effort to accommodate him. He nodded, a small, genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Thank you… I’ll do my best.”
Leyla and Aylin, who had been watching from the sidelines, exchanged pleased smiles, clearly happy to see their young master receiving such a warm reception. The atmosphere in the room lightened considerably, with Aslan starting to feel more at ease in the presence of his new companions.
The madam, who had been quietly observing the interaction, allowed a satisfied smile to grace her lips. “I am glad to see that Aslan is in good hands. You boys seem to have a natural way of making others feel welcome.”
Luis, ever the charmer, simply smiled and nodded. “It’s important to us, madam. We all want to thrive, and that starts with supporting each other.”
Aslan’s mother looked at each of the boys in turn, her gaze lingering on her son for a moment longer. “I trust that you will look after each other at the academy,” she said softly. “And I hope that this marks the beginning of a strong and lasting friendship.”
With that, she gracefully rose from her seat, signalling the end of the formal introductions. “Aslan, why don’t you show your new friends around the estate before dinner? I’m sure they would appreciate a tour from you.”
Aslan nodded, still a bit hesitant but clearly trying to step up to the task. “O-Of course. Please, follow me.”
As the boys stood to follow Aslan, Haru couldn’t help but feel a sense of camaraderie forming between them. It was still early, and there were many challenges ahead, but for the first time, he felt that they were all on the same path, each with their own strengths and weaknesses, but united by a common goal. The maids stepped aside, their expressions quietly approving, as the young men walked out of the room together, the bond between them beginning to take shape.
As they walked through the grand halls of the Yusiger mansion, the boys marveled at the opulent surroundings—the richly woven tapestries, the gleaming chandeliers, and the countless paintings that depicted the proud history of the Yusiger family. But despite the splendor around them, there was a tension in the air, centered around Aslan’s evident discomfort.
Aslan, who had been quiet for most of the tour, finally spoke up, his voice hesitant and filled with self-doubt. “I don’t understand why you would even come for me,” he began, his gaze fixed on the floor as they walked. “I’m likely a useless Arknight. At the academy, I’ll probably just end up letting you all down.”
The words hung in the air, and Luis, Haru, and Jiro exchanged concerned glances. Luis was the first to try and lighten Aslan’s spirits, offering a reassuring smile. “Come on, Aslan, don’t be so hard on yourself. You’ve got a lot going for you—we wouldn’t have come all this way if we didn’t believe in you.”
Jiro chimed in as well, his voice earnest. “Yeah, you’re part of the team now. We’ll figure things out together.”
But Aslan simply shook his head, his expression one of quiet resignation. “The truth is, I’m probably the weakest Arknight there is. My body is frail, and I haven’t got good control of my powers. I’ve never been able to train properly, and even when I try, it’s like my abilities are always slipping out of my grasp.”
The group came to a halt as Haru suddenly stopped walking, his expression turning serious. He stepped in front of Aslan, blocking his path, and looked him directly in the eyes. The maids, Leyla and Aylin, who had been watching from a distance, tensed slightly, ready to intervene if needed, their protective instincts kicking in at the sight of Haru’s sudden movement.
Haru gently placed a hand under Aslan’s chin, lifting his head so that their eyes met. “Listen to me, Aslan,” Haru said firmly, his voice carrying a note of authority. “I’m not just an Arknight—I’m going to be one of the greatest Arknights to ever live. If I’m not already, then I will be known that way in the future.”
Aslan blinked, confusion flickering in his eyes. “But… what does that have to do with me?”
Haru’s gaze softened slightly, and he continued, “When I was weak and lacked motivation, my master took me under his wing and made me strong. If you’re willing, I can teach you everything I’ve learned. It won’t be easy, but I promise you that with the right training, you can become a force to be reckoned with.”
Luis, who had been watching the exchange with a smile, nodded in agreement. “Haru’s right, Aslan. We all start somewhere, and it sounds like you just need the right guidance. You have more potential than you realize.”
From afar, the maids, who had been ready to spring into action, relaxed, their expressions softening into smiles as they saw the sincerity in Haru’s words. Jiro, too, watched with a sense of relief, grateful that the tension was beginning to ease.
Haru released his gentle hold on Aslan’s chin but kept his eyes locked with his. “You haven’t truly trained, Aslan—not in the way that really matters. If you keep telling yourself that you’re weak, then that’s what you’ll become. But if you’re willing to work hard, I’ll help you get stronger, both physically and mentally.”
Aslan hesitated, clearly struggling to find an excuse, but when he looked at Haru’s determined expression, he found himself nodding. “I-I’ll try,” he murmured, his voice wavering slightly. “But… I’m afraid of what might happen if I lose control of my powers.”
Haru’s senses sharpened at that admission, a slight alarm going off in his mind. But he remained calm, his voice steady as he responded, “We’ll take it step by step. First, we’ll focus on building your physical and mental strength. The academy is the best place to develop your powers safely. I’m guessing your mother has been a bit too overprotective, hasn’t she?”
Aslan nodded again, this time with a bit more conviction. “She… she doesn’t really encourage much physical activity. She’s always worried that I’ll get hurt.”
Luis, sensing that Aslan was beginning to open up, put a friendly arm around his shoulders. “Well, that’s going to change. I knew Haru when he was a lot worse off, and if he can get strong, then there’s no doubt you can too.”
Haru couldn’t help but feel a small pang of annoyance at Luis’s casual comment, but he quickly pushed it aside, recognizing the sentiment behind it. He gave a small nod, agreeing with Luis’s assessment.
Just as the atmosphere began to lighten, Leyla and Aylin approached the group, their expressions warm and welcoming. “Dinner is ready,” Aylin announced with a smile. “Please, follow us to the dining hall.”
The boys nodded, the mood in the group noticeably improved as they began to follow the maids to the dining hall. Aslan still seemed a bit unsure, but there was a new spark of determination in his eyes. Haru felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that they were already starting to make a difference in Aslan’s life. As they walked toward the dining hall, the bonds between them continued to strengthen, each step bringing them closer to the challenges and adventures that lay ahead.
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The grand dining hall was a sight to behold, its walls adorned with rich tapestries and intricate carvings that told tales of the Yusiger family’s storied past. The room was illuminated by the soft glow of chandeliers, casting a warm light over the long, elegantly set table where Haru, Luis, and Aslan were seated. The table was a feast for the eyes as well as the palate, laden with a variety of dishes that showcased the culinary influences of the United Kingdom of Aurelian.
Haru was slightly taken aback by the prevalence of Aurelian cuisine in the Kalkan Federation. It seemed almost everything here had some tie to Aurelian culture, from the architecture to the food. He found the rich flavors and hearty dishes intriguing, though by now he was hardly surprised by these cross-cultural influences. With a mental shrug, he decided not to question it further—this was just another aspect of the Yusiger family’s deep ties to Aurelian traditions.
The cooks served the courses with a practiced grace, beginning with appetizers—delicate pastries filled with savory cheeses and herbs, rich soups served in ornate bowls, and fresh salads garnished with vibrant fruits and nuts. For the main course, there were roasted meats—succulent lamb and tender beef, each accompanied by perfectly seasoned vegetables, buttery potatoes, and fragrant gravies. The breads were crusty on the outside, soft on the inside, perfect for sopping up the rich sauces. To finish, an array of desserts was brought out: creamy custards, flaky tarts filled with sweet jams, and cakes layered with thick icing and fresh berries. It was a banquet fit for royalty.
As they ate, the madam observed their reactions with a pleased smile. “If you wish,” she offered graciously, “you may take any leftover food with you. I’d hate for such a meal to go to waste.”
Luis, ever practical, nodded in agreement. “Thank you, madam. We’d appreciate that very much.”
Haru, still getting used to the warmth and hospitality of their host, looked up from his plate and politely asked, “Forgive me, madam, but I realize we haven’t been properly introduced. May I ask your name?”
The madam’s smile widened slightly, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “Of course, you may ask. My name is Gülizar,” she said, her tone teasing as she added, “But tell me, Haru, are you asking because you intend to court me?”
Haru felt his cheeks grow warm at the unexpected question, and he could see Aslan squirming awkwardly in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with his mother’s playful flirtation. Haru quickly gathered his composure, though, and with a playful smile of his own, responded, “While you are undoubtedly a beautiful woman, madam, I mustn’t cross any lines with a classmate’s family.”
Gülizar chuckled softly at his response, clearly enjoying the exchange. “Very wise, Haru. But I suspect that all of you young men will have many suitors vying for your attention once you arrive at the academy. It’s not only a place for Arknights but also for the brightest students from across the lands. Many nobles—be they bey, kuge, or boyar—will be eager to mingle with the future Arknights.”
She paused, her tone becoming more thoughtful as she continued, “After all, new Arknights only appear once every generation, and even then, only the twenty with the most potential are chosen to be trained at the elite academy. Your opportunity is rare, and your status is something to be cherished.”
Haru felt the weight of her words settle on him, a reminder of just how significant his position at the academy was. Luis, ever perceptive, noticed Haru’s introspection and decided to change the subject slightly. He smiled at his brother and Aslan, asking, “Do either of you know how the academy is structured?”
Both Haru and Aslan shook their heads, eager to learn more. Luis leaned back in his chair, taking on the role of the knowledgeable older brother. “There are twenty students in total, split evenly between two classes. Each class has ten students, and the competition between the two is fierce. The goal is to push us to our limits, to ensure that we become the strongest Arknights possible.”
He continued, “Each class has its own mixed-gender dormitory in the center of the institution. While the quarters are separated for men and women, the dorms themselves are communal, fostering a sense of camaraderie. The academy has also been trying to balance the male and female representation among Arknights, so there will be five men and five women in each class.”
Gülizar nodded, adding her own insight. “The academy likely encourages this balance because they hope the Arknights will form strong bonds—perhaps even leading to future marriages. Such alliances would strengthen the ties between the four major powers, and who knows, perhaps even produce stronger offspring to continue the fight against the Breachers. We cannot afford to be complacent, not with the threat of more powerful Breachers hiding in the shadows.”
Haru’s thoughts drifted back to the recent battle where he had saved a young girl from a Breacher. The memory was still fresh, and the reminder of the looming threat brought a sense of urgency to his mission. He then asked, “Will the three of us be in the same class?”
Luis nodded. “Yes, we will. The academy likes to keep siblings together, and given that we’re both from the Tadashima household, it makes sense.”
Gülizar then asked, her tone curious, “Will the Ravenheim Daughter be in your class as well?”
Luis grinned, glancing at Haru with a knowing look. “Yes, she will be. Aurora Ravenheim, if I’m not mistaken.”
Haru’s heart skipped a beat, his pulse quickening as the name hit him like a bolt of lightning. “Aurora Ravenheim?” he asked, his voice betraying his shock.
Luis nodded, his grin widening. “Yes, Aurora. Do you know her?”
Haru’s mind raced, memories of Aurora flooding back—memories of her laughter, her smile, and the moment when everything had fallen apart. The world around him seemed to fade as he grappled with the emotions that surfaced. The girl who had broken his heart would be at the academy. Of all the people in the world, it had to be her.
Gülizar, noticing Haru’s reaction, looked between the brothers with mild curiosity but refrained from pressing further. Instead, she simply observed the shift in Haru’s demeanor, while Luis leaned back, still smiling, clearly entertained by the situation.
As the evening continued, the weight of this new revelation settled on Haru, adding another layer of complexity to the journey ahead. Aurora’s presence at the academy would undoubtedly complicate things, and Haru found himself both dreading and anticipating their eventual reunion.