This is not Earth. Forget the maps you know, forget the history you studied. This world is built differently.
Here, war is not a burden. It is not tragedy. It is life. People smile in battle, laugh in the face of death, and celebrate the clash of steel as if it were a festival. For them, the battlefield is not horror—it is joy.
But not some do not feel that way.
Power in this world does not belong only to the strong or the skilled. It belongs to those with will. The moment you raise your blade with resolve, the world itself bends to it. Fear weakens you, but conviction sharpens you. That is the law everyone lives by.
Nations are divided by great houses, called Gens. They rule land, people, and pride. To serve a Gen is to fight for them, to live and die by their command. Their names carry weight. Their rivals fall or rise depending on their strength in war.
This is the stage you step into. A world where survival demands steel, where laughter rises even in the midst of blood, and where victory is never just survival—it is glory.