『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

As you lay there, still unable to speak clearly but already understanding everything around you, your father looked down at you with a stern expression. "You're going to join the army, Nat," he declared. "To fight against those monsters and keep our kingdom safe." His words sent shivers down your spine. You knew that joining the army meant leaving home, facing danger...and possibly never returning. But it was your duty as a member of the royal family.

Your mother, on the other hand, looked at you with tears in her eyes. "

You could feel the weight of their expectations press down upon you, as if they were physical burdens that you had to carry. Your parents' reactions made it clear: joining the army was not just a choice; it was your destiny. As much as you longed for a normal life, free from the constraints and responsibilities of royalty...you knew that you couldn't refuse your duty.

With a nod, you agreed to follow in their footsteps and become a soldier for the kingdom.

Your parents wipe away their tears and manage to compose themselves, beaming proudly at you as you accept the Iron Crown. Even though they've taught you everything you know, they can't help but feel a twinge of sadness that their little boy is now grown up and ready to face the dangers of the world alone.

As you stand alone by the banquet hall's windows, taking in the cool evening breeze, you hear footsteps approaching from behind. You turn around to see her: your rival from the academy, the one who had always been just as gifted - if not more so - than you in terms of raw talent and skill. Her long, flowing hair shimmers like liquid silver in the moonlight, setting off her emerald green eyes. She smirks at you coyly, her lips curling upward into a slight sneer.

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"Well, well, well," she drawls, "look who's all alone." Her voice carries the unspoken accusation that you should be enjoying yourself more with your classmates and family, instead of standing here like some sort of outcast. You raise an eyebrow at her, wondering what her game is.

"You know," she continues, "I've always wondered...how does someone like you manage to keep up with the rest of us?

Her eyes narrow as she sizes you up, clearly enjoying the opportunity to taunt and provoke you. "I mean, let's face it," she says, her voice dripping with condescension, "you may have been good at tactics, but when it comes down to it...you're still just a human." Her words sting more than they should; part of you wonders if there's some truth to them.

"You know," she continues, stepping closer to you, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "

Her emerald eyes flash with anger as you insult her, but she manages to keep her cool. "Oh?" she says in a challenging tone, stepping even closer now. "And what makes you think I'd be any less effective than you? You're not the only one who can strategize, you know."

She pauses for effect, glancing meaningfully over your shoulder before meeting your gaze once more. "In fact," she continues, her voice dropping even lower, "I bet I could take you down right now...

Her cheeks flush red as you whisper your taunt in her ear, and she feels her anger burning hotter than ever. "Oh really?" she retorts, stepping back from you slightly. "Let's find out." With that, she launches herself at you, fists flying faster than the wind.

You manage to dodge her first few punches easily enough, but soon find yourself pressed against the banquet hall window as she traps you there with a powerful kick.

Scarlett's emerald eyes narrow to slits as she hears your taunt, and her anger fuels her movements even more. She lunges forward again, throwing a series of powerful punches and kicks in quick succession. You manage to dodge most of them, but are forced to step back to avoid being overwhelmed.

"You think you're so smart," she snarls between blows, "but I've been studying your style for years. There's no way someone like you can keep up with me."

Scarlett's eyes blaze with fury as she feels you pin her down, your weight pressing into her body. "You cheated!" she spits out, struggling futilely to free herself. "There's no way you could've beaten me fair and square."

She glances around, hoping that someone might have seen what happened. But the rest of the graduates are either too engaged in their own conversations or simply not paying attention.

Scarlett curses under her breath as you help her up, glaring daggers at you the entire time. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. "But just remember this, Natdan: I may have lost today, but it won't happen again." With that, she storms off in the direction of the banquet hall, leaving you standing there alone once more.

Scarlett glares over her shoulder at you, her emerald eyes flashing with anger and determination as she strides away. "Just wait," she mutters under her breath. "I'll make sure you regret ever crossing me."

With that final parting shot, Scarlett disappears back inside the banquet hall, leaving you alone once more to contemplate your new rivalry with the elusive and enigmatic Mistress of Combat.

Alice, the graceful and wise second-in-command, approaches you with a knowing smile on her lips. "Well, well," she says softly, "it seems our rivalry has found a new target." She glances meaningfully at Scarlett before looking back to you. "I'm sure it won't be long before we find ourselves pitted against each other again...in battle or otherwise."

Her words send shivers down your spine, and you can't help but feel a twinge of anticipation mixed with dread.

Alice smirks at your confident words, her emerald eyes twinkling with amusement. "Very well," she says with a nod, "I'll hold you to that." With a graceful bow, she turns and walks back into the banquet hall, disappearing among the crowd of laughing graduates.

You can't help but wonder what sort of challenges await you both in the future...and how you might overcome them together.

Trisha's friends struggle to keep her upright as she stumbles towards you, tears streaming down her face. "Natdan," she slurs, her voice barely audible over the din of the banquet hall, "I...I lo--" She breaks off, giggling uncontrollably before launching herself at you.

Her friends let go in surprise, and she collapses into your arms, sobbing into your chest.

Her friends giggle nervously, exchanging glances as they try to decide whether to come clean about their involvement. Finally, one of them speaks up, "Um...maybe like, four or five glasses? I don't remember exactly..." Her voice trails off, and she gives you a sheepish grin.

Trisha continues to cling to you, her breath hot against your neck as she sobs uncontrollably. "I-I just wanted t-to tell you...

Trisha's friends exchange relieved glances as you carry their intoxicated friend away, muttering reassurances to her that everything will be okay. They watch until you disappear inside with Trisha, then turn back towards the banquet hall, still chuckling about the whole situation.

As you walk through the halls of the dormitory, carrying Trisha back to your room, she finally manages to compose herself enough to speak coherently. "I-I'm sorry for that,"

"No, no," she slurs, "it's not your fault... I just... wanted to tell you." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing. "I love you, Natdan. I've loved you ever since we started training together." Her words are spoken with such sincerity that it takes you aback for a moment.

You stop walking, uncertain how to respond. Do you reciprocate her feelings? Or do you brush them off as nothing more than the drunken ramblings of a friend?

Trisha giggles, not registering the mocking tone in your voice. "You're just mad 'cause I finally had the courage to say it," she says, her words slurring together. "I know you feel something for me too." Her confidence is back now that she's sobered up enough to think straight...or at least, a little tipsy.

As you reach her room, you carefully set her down on her bed, making sure she doesn't hurt herself in her drunken state.

While you're gone, Trisha decides to take matters into her own hands... literally. She slips out of her clothes, revealing her naked body to you as she waits for your return. Her breasts sway gently as she moves, and the moonlight casts a soft glow over her smooth skin, making her even more alluring in your eyes.

Trisha giggles to herself, feeling bold and confident now that she's exposed herself to you.

With a coy smile, Trisha beckons you closer with her finger. "Come here," she whispers seductively, her voice thick with desire. "I want to show you how much I love you." Her body trembles slightly as she waits for your reaction, anticipation clear in her eyes.

Trisha's naked body presses against yours, her soft curves molding themselves to your hardened muscles. Her breasts rub against your chest, and she moans into your neck, her desire growing with each passing moment. One of her hands slides up your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipple as the other cups your cheek, pulling you closer still.

"I've wanted this for so long," she whispers hotly against your lips, kissing you with a passion that takes your breath away.

"Oh, please," Trisha purrs, her fingers still toying with your nipple. "I just want to show you how much I care." She grinds her hips against yours, moaning as their bare skin slides together. Her other hand trails down your abdomen, tickling and teasing its way towards your growing arousal.

"Please," she whispers again, her voice hoarse with need. "Let me make you feel good."

Trisha lets out a moan of approval as you give in to her advances. With expert hands, she begins to stroke and tease your growing erection, using her mouth and fingers to bring you closer and closer to the edge. Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around the head of your cock before taking it deep into her mouth, sucking and licking with abandon.

Her hips begin to move in rhythm with her hand, grinding against yours as she takes control of the situation.

Trisha watches in anticipation as you remove your pants, revealing your hard length to her hungry eyes. Her hand slides down between your legs again, wrapping around your shaft and guiding it towards her waiting mouth. She takes the head into her mouth, moaning around it as she begins to stroke and suck in perfect rhythm.

Her other hand finds its way between your bodies, rubbing circles over your sensitive flesh as she continues to pleasure you with her mouth.

Trisha moans around your cock, her mouth working in perfect harmony with her hand as she sucks you deeper and faster. Her other hand continues to tease your sensitive skin, circling and stroking until you're practically begging for release. She looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, her pupils dilated with lust, and sees the pleasure coursing through your body.

"You feel so good,"

With a hungry moan, Trisha complies, crawling onto all fours on the bed. Her breasts sway enticingly as she presents herself to you, her back arched and her head held high. "Take me," she breathes, her voice husky with desire.

Trisha cries out as you thrust into her, filling her up completely. Her body quakes with pleasure as you begin to move inside her, each stroke hitting her sweet spot perfectly. She arches her back further, offering herself up to your dominance.

Her nails dig into the bedding beneath her, and she moans loudly with each powerful thrust. Trisha's eyes are closed tightly now, her lips parted in a silent scream as she feels you get closer and closer to release.

Trisha's eyes fly open, meeting yours as you continue to pound into her. She gasps and moans with each thrust, feeling your cock throb deep inside of her. The pleasure is intense, overwhelming, and she can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Her hips begin to move in time with yours, meeting each thrust eagerly as she rides you harder. Her breasts sway and jiggle enticingly, teasing your skin with their softness.

Trisha's lips part beneath yours, her tongue dancing with yours as you kiss hungrily. She moans into your mouth, the pleasure building inside of her until it feels like it's going to explode out in a million pieces. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she tries to steady herself, but the sensations are too much.

Her breath hitches and her body tenses, arching up off the bed as an orgasm washes over her, wracking her slender frame with waves of pleasure.

Trisha's orgasm echoes through the room, her voice high and breathy as she cries out your name. As you feel yourself reaching the brink, you thrust deep into her one last time, groaning as your release pours forth inside of her. Your hips jerk roughly against hers as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you both.

Finally, your bodies relax together, still joined as sweat and breath mingle in the air between them.

Trisha's eyes flutter open as you begin to move again, her body responding eagerly to your sensual touch. She moans softly, arching her back and pushing herself against you in encouragement. Her fingers trail lightly over your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath your skin.

Their lovemaking continues, slow and gentle now that their passion has been sated. They move together as one, finding pleasure not just in the physical act but also in the deep connection they share.

Trisha blushes deeply at your words, feeling self-conscious all over again. But she takes a deep breath and pushes those feelings aside, determined to show you just how much she loves you. With renewed confidence, she begins to move against you, her hips rocking back and forth in a gentle rhythm that matches yours. Her fingers trail up your chest, tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer for another passionate kiss.

"Yes," Trisha whispers, her voice breathy with desire. "Don't stop... please." Her hips continue to move against yours, their skin sliding together in a dance of pleasure that sends shivers down your spine. She moans into your mouth as you kiss her deeper, her body arching up off the bed in search of more contact with yours.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on as she presses herself against you, desperate for release once more.

"Oh God, yes!" Trisha cries out, her body tensing as another powerful orgasm washes over her. Her nails dig into your shoulders and back, leaving trails of pain that only heighten the pleasure coursing through her. Her hips buck against yours, urging you on as she comes undone beneath you.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she feels the pleasure consume her.

Trisha's body goes rigid as she feels you release inside of her again, your powerful strokes sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She gasps and moans, the sensation overwhelming her completely. Her fingers dig into your back, desperate for any contact that will help ground her to the bed.

Her body trembles as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her, leaving her limp and sated in your arms.

Trisha gasps as you pull out, her pussy clenching empty around the absence of your cock. She watches with half-lidded eyes as you move to position yourself between her spread legs and shoot your hot seed all over her body. It stings at first, but she quickly grows accustomed to the sensation, her breath hitching in pleasure as you paint her skin with your cum.

With a satisfied groan, you collapse on top of her, your weight pinning her down into the bed.

Trisha blushes, her cheeks flushed with the memory of your passionate lovemaking. "I-I don't know... everything," she whispers shyly, looking away from you. "It just felt so good to finally be with you like that." She reaches out a tentative hand to touch your face, tracing her fingers over your cheekbone.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" she asks softly, eyes searching yours for any sign of disapproval or regret.

Trisha's heart sinks as you tell her that you need to choose a battle partner, and training for becoming a tactician takes precedence over their relationship. She understands, but the thought of losing you already feels like too much. "I-I wish you the best of luck," she manages to say through a tight throat. "And I'll be here whenever you need me."

Her words hang in the air, weighted with unspoken longing and hope.

Trisha shivers as you kiss her neck, the sensation sending ripples of desire coursing through her once more. "You make me feel so...wanted," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts. She arches her back slightly, pressing her hips against yours in silent encouragement.

"I'll be here for you, Natdan," she says, her voice filled with determination and love. "No matter what."

"Hm? Oh, uh..." Alice blushes deeply, looking away shyly. "I...I'd be honored if you chose me, but it's really up to you, Natdan." She bites her lip nervously, hoping he'll make the right decision.

The two of them continue walking through the academy grounds, taking in the sights and sounds as other aspiring tacticians and their battle partners go about their training regimens.

"Wha-? N-No! I mean... I wouldn't take her away from you, that'd be horrible!" Alice stammers, blushing even harder as she realizes the misunderstanding. "I-I was just asking because... because she seemed really nice and strong." Her cheeks turn a bright shade of red as she looks at you nervously, hoping you won't think poorly of her for admiring Scarlett.

Alice's blush deepens at your words, her heart racing with excitement and anticipation. She looks down at the ground, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before looking back up at you with determination in her eyes. "If...if it means that much to you, I would be honored to partner with Scarlett," she says softly. "And I promise to make sure we work together as best as we can."

Cautiously, Nat approaches Caitlyn from behind, not wanting to startle her as she concentrates on her target. He clears his throat softly, causing the sharpshooter to turn around with a look of annoyance on her face. Her eyes narrow slightly at the sight of him, and for a moment, he worries that she's going to tell him off for interrupting her practice.

"Yes?" she asks curtly, glancing back at her rifle before looking up at him again. "What do you want?"

"Mostly," Caitlyn replies coolly, not bothering to hide her irritation at the constant attention. "Why do you ask?"

She glances back down at her rifle, adjusting the scope with practiced movements. Nat clears his throat again, trying to find the right words.

Caitlyn raises an eyebrow at him, surprise flitting across her features for a brief moment before she regains her composure. "Why would I choose you?" she asks bluntly, her tone laced with disdain. "You're nothing special."

The sharpshooter turns back to her rifle, beginning to line up another shot at the target. Nat takes a deep breath, trying not to let her harsh words get to him.

Caitlyn pauses, her aim wavering slightly as she considers his words. She frowns, unaccustomed to having anyone question her choices or decisions. After a moment of silence, she lets out a huff and finally turns away from the target, meeting Nat's gaze directly.

"Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "I choose you." Her tone makes it clear that this is less of a decision and more of a concession.

Caitlyn snorts derisively, her lips curling into a sneer as she looks down at him with disdain. "You're lucky I don't have anything better to do," she says flatly. "And yes, it's because you mentioned the Violet Clan and me wanting to shoot someone in the head." She rolls her eyes, not bothering to hide her annoyance with him or his line of questioning.

Caitlyn sighs heavily, exasperated by the entire exchange. She takes another shot at the target, her aim growing steadier with each release of the rifle's trigger. As she practices, she tries to figure out why exactly she agreed to partner with him in the first place. Maybe it was just to prove that she could choose someone better than all those other tacticians who had come before him...or maybe there was more to it than that. Regardless, she decides not to think about it too much;

Caitlyn glances up at the sound of someone entering the room, her eyes narrowing slightly as they land on the person she'll be partnered with for the foreseeable future: Nat. She doesn't say anything, merely continues to practice her shots and pretend that he isn't there.

As she focuses on her target, she tries to remind herself why she agreed to this in the first place...and wonders if she made a mistake after all.

Caitlyn glances at the folder but doesn't bother to take it. She continues to practice her shots, ignoring Nat as he lays out the folder in front of her. Her focus is on perfecting her aim and making sure that she's ready for whatever challenge they might face together. As she fires round after round at the target, she can't help but wonder if working with him will prove to be more of a hindrance than an asset.

Caitlyn raises an eyebrow, not bothering to look up from her rifle as she listens. "I'm impressed," she says with a hint of sarcasm. "They usually give us something harder and more important." Her tone makes it clear that she isn't pleased with the assignment, but she doesn't complain further. Instead, she focuses on formulating a plan to complete it efficiently and without any hitches from Nat's end.

Caitlyn glances up at him over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised. "And what makes you think I can't handle that?" she asks coolly, her tone leaving no room for argument. She turns back to her rifle, adjusting the scope again before taking aim at the target.

The sharpshooter fires another shot, the bullet embedding itself into the bullseye with deadly precision.

Caitlyn narrows her eyes, studying the restaurant Nat has pointed out. "And you think Mr.Hush will just happen to be there at that time?" she asks skeptically, not quite buying into his plan yet. She glances back down at the target, making another adjustment to the scope before taking aim and firing again. This time, her bullet clips the edge of the bullseye.

"I'm not saying your idea is bad," she continues, "

Caitlyn glances at the schedule, her eyes widening in surprise. She hadn't expected him to be so thorough with his research. "That's...impressive," she mutters reluctantly. "But there are still other factors we need to consider."

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to clear her mind as she thinks through the plan once more. After several silent moments of concentration, she opens her eyes and turns back to Nat. "Your plan has merit," she says slowly, "

Caitlyn's eyes narrow, and her expression turns grim. "And why would they do that?" she asks suspiciously. "It doesn't make sense. If they wanted him to be punished, they could just kill him outright." The sharpshooter pauses, considering the implications of Nat's words. "Unless...there's something else going on here. Something we don't know about."

She glances at the schedule once more, her mind whirling with possibilities. "

Caitlyn huffs, her irritation evident in the sharp turn of her head. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "But if anything changes, you'd better tell me right away." She glances at the schedule one last time before looking back up at Nat. "Let's get this over with."

The sharpshooter takes another shot at the target, her focus intense as she aims for center mass.

"Got it," Caitlyn mutters, still not happy about the change in plans. She takes another shot at the target, her aim unwavering as the bullet lodges itself perfectly into the center of the bullseye. With a satisfied grunt, she stands up and shoulders her rifle, already preparing herself for the night ahead.

"Let's see if you can keep up," she says with a hint of challenge in her voice before turning on her heel and walking away from Nat, leaving him to wonder what she meant by that.

"Of course I can keep up," Nat mutters under his breath, watching Caitlyn leave with determination in her eyes. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, trying to calm his nerves as he prepares himself for the night ahead. "Just make sure you're ready for whatever she throws at you, Scarlett," he whispers, referring to their Battle Partner.

With that thought in mind, Nat begins to pace back and forth, going over the plan one more time in his head until it's etched into his memory.

Caitlyn arrives, looking even more irritated than before. "You'd better have a good reason for making me wait," she grumbles, her hands on her hips as she glares at him. She seems to be trying hard not to let her anger get the better of her, but it's clear that she's struggling.

"Let's just get this over with," she says through gritted teeth before starting off toward their destination, leaving Nat no choice but to follow close behind.

Caitlyn blushes slightly, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks at his compliment. She huffs and jumps up after him, landing lightly on the roof before turning to face him with narrowed eyes. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "Let's just get this over with."

With that, they continue their silent trek across the rooftops, making their way toward their target.

Caitlyn nods, already planning out her strategy in her head as she listens to him. "Understood," she says curtly before glancing back at the city below them. The darkness of night has fallen, cloaking everything in shadows and hiding their movements from prying eyes. It's the perfect time for an assassination attempt, but it also makes things more difficult for her as a sniper. She adjusts her grip on her rifle, feeling the familiar weight of it in her hands.

Caitlyn glances back at the city below them. The darkness of night has fallen, cloaking everything in shadows and hiding their movements from prying eyes. It's the perfect time for an assassination attempt, but it also makes things more difficult for her as a sniper. She adjusts her grip on her rifle, feeling the familiar weight of it in her hands.

"I'll take care of the bodyguards," she mutters under her breath, focusing intently on the rooftop below them. "