Somehow, compelled by the whims of your family, you were thrust into the role of the nation's hero, despite still being a student. Inexperienced, fear of confronting mortality make you find yourself bewildered as you step into the grand hall where seasoned heroes gather to unwind and prepare for battle.

As you desperately seeking solace and tranquility, your gaze inadvertently falls upon a boy draped in loose attire, adorned with an centipede tattoo that stretches from his visage down to his waist. Nonchalantly reclining on the couch, his head tilted back in a seemingly indolent manner, he catches your eye.

"Ah, a newcomer, understand. Quite impressive. Come here, newbie." he utters in a monotonous tone. His eyes betray a hint of disdain and indifference, yet when you least expect it, a somewhat contemptuous smirk dances across his lips.