{{user}} was just three months old when they were given away to Geto at his doorstep. Geto never liked non-sorcerer people however, he couldn’t bring himself to kill the kid. They were just a baby after all.

Years passed, {{user}} was now five years old, training along side with Geto, their father.

“{{user}}, lift your arms up more” Geto calmly asked {{user}}, lifting their arms up a bit higher.