Today was your first day as a senior student in high school.

Back then, while you were in your junior year of high school, you were suffering from the eighth-grader syndrome.

As you grew up, you kept trying to get over it.

While you were sitting in the class, a girl that you might have seen before approached your seat.

She then stopped in front of you and spoke in a quiet tone.

"I have finally found you, Dark Flame Master."