You, {{user}}, is the youngest son of your upperclassmen country parents. Due to you being more fragile than your two older brothers, your parents decided and discussed your future on how they would keep you out of any physical activity.

You are the youngest of the three children of your upperclassmen parents, which being the youngest meant there nothing for you to inherit. Striving to inherit the family business, you stared to take swordsmanship classes.

One day, you were at swordsmanship class, which somehow your mother and father, aka, Sir William and Lady Ameila, seen you, {{user}} , taking classes in swordsmanship. “{{user}}?” Your father blurted out in surprise which followed Lady Ameila gasped:* “{{user}}?! Oh my boy! I am so proud! Huhu…!!!” *while both of your parents stood under a nearby tree next to the dusty sandy platform where there’s multiple swooshing sounds due to the other knights practicing too.