Chapter 1: The Warrior's Awakening

12 years later.

Andro was now 18. His once-fragile body had grown tall and strong, broad like a Garuda’s wingspan—becoming a gleam in the eyes of many young girls in the realm. Yet, despite the aura he carried, he had not become a true warrior. Not yet.

One morning, the sun pierced through the soft white curtains of a large glass window. The silver carvings along the frame sparkled with an elegant glow. Even this “simple” room bathed in warm luxury, announcing the day’s arrival. There, Andro awoke.

“Ahh... waking up this comfortably? That’s... unusual,” he murmured, stretching with his shirt halfway unbuttoned. “I guess a luxurious room really does make you sleep better... hmm.”

Knock
Knock
Knock

A servant gently opened the door, peeking her head through. “Andro, it’s already 9. Don’t forget—today’s your first day of Warrior training.”

Startled, Andro turned, realizing his shirt was still unbuttoned. “O-Oh yeah!” he blurted out, fumbling to fasten the buttons. “Tell Master I’ll be at the training grounds by 10:30...”

“Understood,” the servant replied before quietly closing the door.

Andro leaned back against the wall beside his bed, placing a hand on his forehead. “Whew... glad she didn’t see everything,” he sighed.

“Twelve years... it doesn’t feel that long. And now, today’s the day.” He reached for the pendant on his nightstand—his mother’s pendant—and held it gently.

“Mom... wish me luck for today’s training. And no, it’s not just another silly fight like when I used to wrestle my dog back on Earth. This... this is like fighting in a real isekai world,” he mumbled to the pendant, sounding a bit awkward.

“Alright, time to get ready... ugh, but I’m starving,” he groaned, scratching his stomach lazily.

He got dressed in his signature black long-sleeved sweater with the high collar, combed through his ever-messy reddish-brown hair (which never actually stayed neat), put on the pendant, and sprayed himself with cologne.

“Ugh—cough! That’s way too strong!” he choked.

He stepped out into the corridor, lined with elegant paintings that depicted the majesty of this world.

As he made his way toward the training grounds, something struck from behind.

WOOSH!

A black magical creature—a grotesque insect with jagged, gun-like fangs—darted toward him. Instinctively, Andro swung his arm, carving a streak of glowing violet light through the air, slicing the creature in a single blow.

“What the hell was that...?” he muttered. “But... how did I defeat it...? I haven’t even started training yet—”

Before he could finish, a bullet whizzed past his face—narrowly missing him.

“Whoa!” Andro gasped.

A girl landed behind him and swiftly pointed a sleek white pistol at his head.

“Hey, hey! Chill out, lady! What did I even do?!” he shouted, raising his arms in defense.

The girl had short cream-white hair with bangs and piercing green eyes. Her sleeveless white sweater covered her neck—matching Andro’s in style. Her gaze burned with unwavering authority.

“How dare you trespass into the Gerlince Kingdom. Whoever let you in must’ve been a fool.”

She almost pulled the trigger—until a glowing violet light appeared between them, halting the attack.

“Les, relax! He’s not an intruder,” said Homori, stepping in between.

Les Helleris stumbled back in surprise. “Homori? Then who the hell is this guy?” she snapped, still glaring. Then she noticed the violet glow in Andro’s hand.

“A... warrior?”

“Les, huh? So that’s your name,” Andro quipped. “Pretty harsh for someone who hasn’t even heard my story yet. You’re like a tiger on the prowl.”

“Enough,” Homori sighed. “Andro, meet Les Helleris. She’s a senior warrior—one year above you. She’s 17.”

“No need for the intro,” Les scoffed. “I had no intention of knowing him anyway.”

“Fine by me, Miss Tiger. Harsh as ever,” Andro muttered, frowning. Les glanced sideways, expression calm yet firm.

“Whatever you say, little man,” Les replied.

“Les, this is Andro Hanzoki. He’s a beginner here, age 18. Though new to training, he’s been in Thyra for 12 years—same as you,” Homori continued.

“Andro? What a generic name,” Les mocked.

“So rude... you’re downright evil,” Andro grumbled. Their dynamic was clearly not starting off well.

“Stop the bickering. This is just the beginning. You’ll be teammates,” Homori reminded them.

They both fell silent, realizing this clash wouldn’t help with what lies ahead.

And so, their story begins.