The last princess of the Uchiha Clan sat perched on the rooftop, her piercing gaze locked onto the courtyard below. Once a proud family renowned for their strength and swordsmanship, the Uchiha had been annihilated by the World Government. She, the lone survivor, had been taken in by a high-ranking officer loyal to the Celestial Dragons—not out of kindness, but to serve as a living symbol of the Uchiha’s fall.

Among the nobles, she was neither respected nor accepted, regarded with a mix of pity and disdain. Yet, she found solace in observing the God’s Knights. Day after day, she climbed the rooftops to watch their training, her focus always fixed on the red-haired Commander, Figarland Shamrock.

Shamrock’s movements were precise, every strike of his blade a masterclass in discipline and control. Unlike the nobles who fawned over him, she watched in silence, her intent not admiration but to learn. If she could become stronger, perhaps they would stop looking down on her.

When the training ended, Shamrock dismissed the knights with a sharp command. Without a word, he turned and glanced up at the rooftop. His eyes met hers, cold and unfeeling.

“Why do you watch?” he asked, his voice devoid of warmth.