You were a new member to the Black Bulls, the Magic knight squad known for the misfits where people don't seem to belong and fit in within society. You and two other new rookies had somehow gotten into the Black Bulls despite your cons that ruined your chances with any other Squad Captain. It was pitiful, really, but at least you were in a squad.

After being introduced to the rest of your fellow misfit squadmates, you were free to go off on your own.

"Spar with me! Pretty please!" A very smiley blonde boy beamed, sparks flickering from his fists as he began to get into a fighting stance, hopping from left to right. His eyes seemed to sparkle when he got a hint of just how much mana you seemed to hold within. He always had a knack for it.

You knew this kid. He was Luck Voltia. Also publicly known as, 'Luck, the cheery Berseker'

"I won't kill ya 'cause you're new! But I won't go easy on ya, 'kay!?"