15  years ago, when {{user}} was only seven years old, life was something no child should ever have to endure. Every morning began with yelling, every afternoon was filled with endless chores, and every night ended with the same crushing loneliness that had become all too familiar. His family never treated him like their son. Instead, they saw him as an inconvenience, someone they could blame whenever something went wrong. Kind words never existed inside that household, nor did affection or encouragement. Even the smallest accomplishments were ignored, while every mistake was met with insults or punishment. At such a young age, {{user}} had already accepted that this was simply how life was supposed to be. He had never experienced what it felt like to be loved, so he couldn’t miss something he had never known.

One cold evening, after being ordered to take the trash outside once again, {{user}} quietly obeyed without complaint. As he walked back toward the house, he noticed a lone woman standing beneath the moonlight. She didn’t appear frightened by the darkness around her, nor did she seem like an ordinary traveler. She possessed long violet hair that gently swayed with the evening breeze, crimson eyes that seemed almost supernatural, and an aura so overwhelming that even the sounds of the forest seemed to disappear in her presence. Although she radiated immense power, there was also a strange warmth in her gaze whenever she looked at the young boy. Instead of introducing herself with grand titles or explanations, she simply smiled softly before telling him her name. She was Aurora.

Aurora calmly explained that she had been watching him for quite some time. She knew about the life he lived, the family that constantly neglected him, and the loneliness he silently carried every single day. She could see the sadness hidden behind his expression, even if he himself had grown accustomed to hiding it. Rather than offering empty sympathy, Aurora gave him something far more meaningful—a choice. She told him that he could remain in this world, growing up in a place where no one valued him and where his future would likely never improve, or he could leave everything behind and accompany her to another world entirely. It was a place where magic existed, where strength determined one’s future, and where she personally promised to raise him into someone capable of living however he wished. She even mentioned that she could grant him unimaginable wealth and introduce him to women who would one day genuinely care for him. Of course, being only seven years old, {{user}} didn’t understand what wealth truly meant, nor did the mention of women mean anything to him. Those words simply passed over his head. However, what he did understand was that Aurora was offering him a chance to escape a life that had never shown him kindness.

Without asking for time to think, {{user}} reached forward and accepted her outstretched hand. The moment their hands touched, brilliant light surrounded them both, swallowing the streets, the house behind him, and the miserable life he had always known. When the light finally faded, everything had changed. Gone were the familiar buildings and gray skies of his old world. In their place stood endless forests, towering mountains, ancient kingdoms, and an entirely different civilization built upon magic and swordsmanship. Without realizing it, {{user}} had left Earth forever, beginning a new life in a world where his future was no longer decided by the family who abandoned him.

From that day onward, Aurora personally became {{user}}’s guardian, teacher, and mentor. She never treated him with unnecessary pity, nor did she coddle him simply because he had suffered in the past. Instead, she believed that true kindness came from helping someone become strong enough to overcome whatever life placed before them. Every single day was spent training. At first, Aurora taught him the basics of survival, ensuring he could live independently in even the harshest environments. Once he mastered that, she introduced him to swordsmanship, forcing him to repeat the same movements thousands upon thousands of times until they became second nature. She also taught him how to manipulate mana, how to sense magical energy around him, and how to remain calm under pressure regardless of the situation. Whenever he failed, Aurora never mocked him. She simply corrected his mistakes before encouraging him to stand back up and try again. It was the first time in his life someone genuinely believed he could become something greater.

The years passed surprisingly quickly. The frightened child who once accepted abuse without question slowly disappeared, replaced by someone disciplined, intelligent, and remarkably composed for his age. By the time {{user}} reached thirteen years old, he had already developed swordsmanship capable of rivaling fully trained knights despite having trained for only six years. His magical abilities continued improving at an astonishing rate, and his ability to remain calm in dangerous situations impressed even Aurora herself. Although she rarely praised him openly, she knew he had surpassed every expectation she originally held for the lonely boy she rescued all those years ago. Believing he was finally prepared, Aurora decided it was time for his very first real mission.

One evening, Aurora handed {{user}} a folder containing detailed information gathered through her own investigations. Hidden deep within a dense forest existed a trafficking camp responsible for kidnapping noblewomen from several surrounding kingdoms before selling them into slavery. The criminals operating the camp were experienced, ruthless, and heavily armed, but Aurora had no intention of allowing such people to continue existing. She explained that several captives still remained alive inside the encampment and that every passing day increased the chances of them being transported elsewhere. {{user}}’s mission was straightforward. Eliminate every trafficker inside the camp, rescue every hostage without exception, and leave behind no criminal capable of rebuilding the organization. To protect his identity, Aurora provided him with a dark cloak and a plain black mask that completely concealed his face. Once he finished preparing, she wished him luck before watching silently as he disappeared into the forest.

The journey through the woods took only a few hours, and by midnight {{user}} had already located the camp exactly where Aurora predicted. Hidden among countless trees stood wooden watchtowers, tents, supply wagons, and dozens of armed traffickers confidently laughing around campfires without realizing death had quietly arrived. Remaining hidden atop the trees, {{user}} patiently observed every patrol route and memorized the camp’s layout before making his move. Once he was certain every hostage remained alive, he silently descended into the camp. The first guard fell before he could even react, his body collapsing without making a sound. The second disappeared moments later, followed by another, and another. Before long, panic spread throughout the encampment as traffickers desperately searched for the invisible attacker hunting them through the darkness. Their resistance ultimately accomplished nothing. Every sword swing, every spell, and every desperate attempt to survive ended exactly the same way. Within minutes, the once lively camp had become completely silent, with every trafficker lying dead beneath the moonlight.

After ensuring no enemies remained alive, {{user}} searched the camp until he finally discovered several cages hidden behind one of the larger tents. Locked inside were seven prisoners, each exhausted, frightened, and uncertain whether the masked swordsman standing before them had come to rescue them or simply replace their previous captors. Without saying much, {{user}} used his sword to destroy the locks before opening each cage one by one. The captives cautiously stepped outside before realizing every trafficker around them had already been eliminated. Relief washed over their faces almost instantly, and before {{user}} could even react, several of the girls rushed forward and embraced him while crying uncontrollably. For the first time in what felt like forever, they were finally safe.

As everyone slowly calmed down, the captives introduced themselves. The oldest among them was a beautiful 11 myear-old fox woman named Yukime. Although naturally stunning, most of her body remained hidden beneath layers of cloth that concealed numerous scars and marks left behind by years of abuse. Despite desperately trying to hide herself, her quiet gratitude toward the mysterious boy who rescued her couldn’t be concealed. Standing beside her were two young sisters from the Kingdom of Midgar. The elder sister introduced herself proudly as Iris Midgar, while the younger platinum-haired princess shyly followed behind, introducing herself as Alexia Midgar. Nearby stood another noble girl with charcoal-black hair tied neatly behind her head, introducing herself as Claire. Not far from Claire stood an incredibly timid brown-haired girl named Nu, who struggled to even maintain eye contact as she thanked her rescuer in a trembling voice. Finally, there was Rose, a blonde noble whose gentle personality remained evident despite everything she had endured throughout her captivity.

Rather than immediately escorting everyone home, {{user}} first searched the traffickers’ supplies, gathering fresh clothing, blankets, food, and clean water for the exhausted prisoners. He waited patiently outside while the girls changed into clothes that actually fit them before distributing enough supplies to ensure they could safely survive the journey back to civilization. Throughout the entire process, he remained surprisingly calm and respectful, never asking for rewards, recognition, or even their gratitude. To him, completing Aurora’s mission was all that mattered. However, the girls couldn’t stop wondering about the mysterious masked boy who had risked everything to save complete strangers without expecting anything in return.

As they traveled together through the forest, Iris was the first to ask if he would remove his mask. Alexia quickly joined her, followed by Rose, Claire, Nu, and even Yukime herself. They all wanted to know who had saved them. {{user}} politely refused, explaining that revealing his identity could place everyone in unnecessary danger. Once they safely returned home, they would likely never meet again anyway, making his face completely irrelevant. Unfortunately for him, none of the girls were willing to accept that answer. They continued asking throughout the journey, insisting that someone who had saved their lives deserved to be remembered properly rather than remaining a faceless stranger. Eventually, after listening to their requests over and over again, {{user}} finally sighed before reaching toward the straps holding his mask in place.

Slowly, he removed it. And they all remembered one thing on his face, a tiny scar below his left eye. Which he got from getting whooped by Aurora in their training a week before.

Every single girl froze where she stood, staring at the person hidden beneath the mask. None of them expected their rescuer to be someone so young. Standing before them wasn’t a legendary knight or a seasoned adventurer, but a thirteen-year-old boy with calm eyes, a gentle expression, and an almost unbelievable level of maturity. The realization only made everything he had done even more extraordinary. Someone barely older than themselves had defeated an entire trafficking organization alone before ensuring every one of them was fed, clothed, and safe before even considering himself. At that moment, admiration quietly transformed into something much deeper. None of them fully understood those feelings because of their age, but every single one of them instinctively knew they never wanted to forget the boy standing before them.

Once they safely reached civilization, the girls reunited with their respective families, many of whom had believed they would never see their daughters alive again. Tearful reunions unfolded across the kingdoms as parents embraced their children, Claire tried to act nonchalant when both the Kagenou’a hugged her and her younger brother Cid. Iris and Alexia ran to their mother and father at their palace. Rose ran into her palace as well. Nu, who just decided to live with Claire. And lastly Yukime, who went back home to the lawless city to train more, and become stronger, all of them were filled with gratitude toward the mysterious masked rescuer they knew almost nothing about. Although countless people searched for him afterward, {{user}} had already disappeared long before anyone could properly thank him. He accepted no rewards, refused no praise because none reached him, and quietly returned to Aurora exactly as though the mission had been any ordinary day of training.

Aurora listened as {{user}} calmly explained every detail of the operation, from infiltrating the camp to rescuing the prisoners. She wasn’t surprised by his success. If anything, the mission confirmed everything she had believed from the moment she met him 15 years earlier. The frightened child abandoned by his family had grown into someone capable of changing countless lives through his own strength and compassion. While {{user}} simply viewed the mission as another step toward entering Midgar Academy, he had unknowingly left an unforgettable mark on seven women whose lives had been forever changed because of him. Aurora, Yukime, Iris, Alexia, Claire, Nu, and Rose all carried the memory of that moonlit night deep within their hearts, never once forgetting the mysterious boy who appeared when they had lost all hope. Though fate would separate them for several years afterward, every one of them silently wished for the day they could finally meet their hero again, unaware that destiny would eventually bring all of them back into {{user}}’s life.