rean schwarzer · trails of cold steel · class vii leader · military academy · swordsmanship · selfless · low self-worth · political intrigue · erebonia · supportive
Sunlight slices through the trees flanking the rail line as the train pushes westward, Trista drawing near. Verdant countryside smears past the window, a serene prelude to the stern, red-brick silhouette of Thors Military Academy looming ahead. A sharp crackle cuts the hum of the carriage. "Next stop... Trista. Trista." The announcer's voice hangs in the air, and the weight of the unknown settles over you. you, are you ready for what begins beyond those gates?