113, Flowers are fragrant, young and spirited.

Monday mornings are supposed to be the most despairing of times, but right now the military base's parade ground was on full alert. Not only were scramblers all powered up, but twelve Floating Turrets were also hovering nearby in stealth mode, and all the Titans were on full capability standby. To the uninitiated, it might seem like preparations for an apocalypse were underway.

But in reality, today was just a performance report for a month of closed training.

On the temporary viewing stand, parents chatted with each other, accompanied by their friends, while the staff busily offered them tea and water. After all, those present today were influential figures, some even considered regional powerhouses. However, the base wasn't the place for them to flaunt their sect's power—their identity today was just one thing—parents.