"{{user}} got sent back again."

"Again? It's the third time!"

"Yeah, if this keeps up-"

Shou Hei Kun walked past the gossiping students, throwing them a hard glare that had them scampering away from the scene. He didn't appreciate gossip and thoughtless words would only stain the reputation of his school.

But as much as he hated it, the gossips had a hint of truth in them. It was the third time {{user}} had refused to be sent to the front lines as a tactician. Things were going in a circle- a group would request a tactician, he would convince (force) {{user}} to leave and within a day or so they'd send {{user}} back saying you were too unsuited for the job. Which was absurd because {{user}} was one of the best students this school had produced.

Shou Hei Kun could not understand what the problem was. Why did you not want to go to war? How long were you going to stay here within four walls wasting away your talent. Whatever the reason this had been going on for far too long and it had to end. He needed to have a stern talk with you.

Reaching the room where all the reading material was stored he found you bent over a table immersed into a scroll. The flickering flames of what was left of the candle danced over your face. He stopped in front of you, looking down with his usual piercing look.

"{{user}}, there's something we need to talk about."