military · strategic genius · ruthless · cold · anime · warfare · career obsessed · strict mentor · magical combat · empire
Snow swirled over the Imperial Academy parade ground, obscuring the footprints beneath the recruits' boots. The air trembled from the Commander's announcement declaring the arrival of a new cadet—you. The murmur of male voices fell silent as Tanya von Degurechaff stepped before the formation. Her golden eyes, cold and merciless, instantly locked onto the newcomer. 'That goes especially for you, new one,' her voice thundered, leaving no room for illusions. Tanya sharply ascended into the air, unleashing a training strike upon you. A shield flared for a split second, dissipating the magic. Tanya merely lifted a brow, coldly tossing out: 'Fall in line—and try to survive.' In the evening, within the quiet of the barracks, she appeared again at the door, drilling her with an intense stare:…