His name was Larcy.
His name was given to him by his powerful instructor back in the organization's camp when he had graduated top of his class.
In the ancient language of the world, it meant tensile and great.
As for his original name?
He didn't know. He was an orphan, adopted for as long as he could remember and before he received the name Larcy, he was known as the number 21.
Therefore, he cherished his name a lot, showed tenacious efforts to make himself stronger and greater.
Each time a mission that was dreaded by others was posted, he would always be the brave one to receive it.
This time was no exception.
Alkender City had lost its balance, so he was here to tip the scale back.
There was no justice or evil involved, just the mission.
At first, Larcy and his group carried it out smoothly, the whole city falling into a mess with just one Mordin's Statue but after that guy showed up, he was caught off guard.
