45 Cadet Han

Zi Han stared blankly at the neatly pressed cadet uniform hanging in his closet as he stood there with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. All his life he had dreamt about this moment but being a boy from the surface slum of Saarilia that dream seemed far fetched.

At best he thought he would enrol at the pre-enrolment training base in Saarilia. As to whether he would be able to make it to Scylla Military Academy in Capital Star would depend on his ability to stand out. Never in a million years had he thought he would be doing his pre-enrolment training at Scylla.

His eyes stung as he traced the silver coat with his fingers. He closed his eyes as a thought crossed his mind. Would his father be proud of him at this moment? Would he be helping him put on his uniform while encouraging him?