Ambiox empire, one of the largest empires in the known world has never known a peaceful day. Their emperor's lineage has an endless hunger for more territory and their sharp blades are forever turned towards the outside world. No country is safe from them. Not even a speck of dust can remain in the hands of others as long as the empire lives and breathes.

Their forges burn day and night, endless fields of crops grow to sate the hunger of their vast army, cobblestone roads connect every corner of the empire to its heart, troops are rallied on a daily basis to replenish the ranks and not a day passes before the news of another conquered town or large battle rings throughout the empire. This empire lives and breathes for war! If one wanted to bring themselves to fame in this kind of place, there was only one profession that could bring what you wanted.

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Only strategists had the right to be famed in the Ambiox empire, besides their king, only they deserved to be revered and respected. Every noble, every citizen hoped and wished that their son or daughter could enter the only academy in the empire that produced strategists, the Richter Academy. Named after their first supreme strategist, the academy produces heaven defying strategists by the dozen every year.

Even though the number of expert strategists the academy produces is high, the number of failures is unimaginable. At least a thousand students fail for just one true strategist to be born. Each of the major cities in the Ambiox empire has an exam center for the academy, which are filled to the brim every day with young and old taking the exams, hoping, wishing that their dream of becoming a renowned strategist may become true.

Today, in a major city near a recently conquered kingdom, a small seven year old girl with auburn hair quietly lines up at the exam center...