"Yes!" a cadet with blue hair, blue eyes, a crooked jawline due to an accident that happened when he was a child, as well as a long nose and sideburns exclaimed with Michel Voight insistence.
He was one of those that had entered Guardian Academy by luck, having been tagged with the title of mediocre.
His tachyon affinity was low, his core grade even lower. At least it was better than the lowest scorer during the exams.
He did everything, picking a reasonable class, Spearman, with the desire to make a difference despite the odds against him.
It was a classic underdog story but unlike the cliché ending, the blue haired chap was quite unlucky.
The best he could do was stay afloat as he watched his fellow comrades fail the trials created by the academy with their Squadrons.
He watched blankly with fear in his eyes as they were despondent with no hope of leaving early the moment they failed.
