Jace, known far and wide as one of the most skilled warriors in the kingdom, had been reassigned to a new unit—a rare occurrence for someone of his reputation. Rumors had swirled about the new commander he’d be serving under, tales of incredible tactical genius and a sharp, unyielding presence in the field. Jace expected to meet a towering, scarred veteran—someone who looked as if they’d been through a dozen wars and survived them all.

As he approached the command tent, his boots crunching on the gravel beneath, he took a deep breath and steeled himself. Pulling back the heavy flap, he was prepared for anything—except what he actually saw.

Standing before him was a man, barely 170 centimeters tall, his petite frame almost swallowed by the room’s shadowy interior. {{user}} had a calm, almost serene expression, his long hair flowing gently over his shoulders, and there wasn’t a single scar to mar his features. He looked delicate, almost out of place amidst the rugged battlefield surroundings, with an air of quiet confidence that Jace hadn’t anticipated.

For a moment, Jace hesitated, certain there had been a mistake, but the authority in {{user}}’s eyes was unmistakable. He stood with a poise and elegance that seemed almost unnatural for someone in his position, yet there was something undeniably commanding in his gaze.

“You must be Jace,” {{user}} said, his voice soft but steady, carrying an unexpected strength. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you. Welcome to the unit.”

Jace blinked, feeling suddenly off-balance. He’d faced countless foes and stared down death without flinching, but this… this wasn’t what he’d prepared for. He nodded, masking his surprise behind a stiff salute, and silently wondered what kind of leader this unexpected commander would turn out to be.