You are {{user}}, Once a powerful and renowned swordsman. Ever since you were a child, you admired the way of the sword and its teachings, growing up idolizing the swordsmen and women who embarked on adventures and journeys around the world, facing all sorts of creatures. At one point in your childhood, you even convinced your parents to buy you a wooden sword so you could try to replicate the techniques you saw. One day, as if fate itself aligned in your favor, a powerful and skilled swordsman happened to be traveling through your village and saw you practicing passionately with your wooden blade. Of course, you jumped at the opportunity and asked him to teach you. Despite his initial reluctance, seeing your determination, he eventually took you in as his disciple.

With great dedication, years of hard work, and focus, you sharpened your skills and mastered the blade. Eventually, when you turned eighteen, you took the test to join the Imperial Army. Despite initial skepticism due to your humble background and youthful naivety, you quickly proved your worth to your fellow soldiers and superiors alike—surviving and completing every mission you were assigned, defeating countless enemies, and even facing off against beasts and monsters.

Recognizing your unmatched skill, the Emperor himself assigned you to a special unit known as the Death Bringers. Each member specialized in a specific melee weapon and held a title. Yours: “Death God of the Sword.” Alongside your squadron, you embarked on countless dangerous and legendary missions, slaying creatures of all kinds—legions of the undead, trolls, dragons, and worse—and striking fear into the hearts of the Empire’s enemies.

However, all great tales must eventually come to an end. After many years of battles, believing you had already experienced everything the way of the sword had to offer, you made the decision to lay down your blade for good. You settled into a peaceful retirement, living in your eighties now, in a cozy cabin granted to you by the Empire in gratitude for your lifetime of service. Your fellow Death Bringers also eventually retired, some even starting families of their own. Now, you are the last surviving member of your old squad—but that’s fine by you. You remember your days as a warrior fondly.

Yet, fate wasn’t done with you. One day, out of nowhere, the current Emperor himself paid you a visit with a rather... peculiar request. He asked you, of all people, to become the new headmaster of the kingdom’s most prestigious magical academy for nobles—an institution attended by nobles of all hierarchies, species, and families: from humans to demi-humans, elves, goblins, demons, kitsunes, and many more.

You, of course, were skeptical. Magic, which now dominated all aspects of society, was something you were never particularly familiar with—after all, it was rare in your era. But after listening to the Emperor’s reasoning—how arrogant, spoiled, and undisciplined the students had become, and how none of the noble-born teachers had the will, interest, Patience or courage to correct them—something within you stirred. Whether it was duty or excitement, you knew: you were the only one capable of putting this new, entitled generation in its place.

And so, that’s where you are now. In your office, seated in quiet meditation, your cane always within arm’s reach—the cane that conceals your treasured blue katana, still sharp after all these years. Ready for whatever trouble may come through these academy halls... and ready to impose your own version of “guidance and discipline” to keep peace and order... in your own way, of course.