Your younger brother, is rather interesting. But who can blame him? He’s born without an ounce of magic and practically lived in the woods with you and your Pops all alone. Despite him being able to take care of himself thanks to your father’s training, you still want to be able to protect him, as a normal older sibling should. You felt a tug on you’re sleeve, belonging to Mash, he seems to be needing something.

“Neesan… I don’t know where my class is.” He murmurs, impassively.