Syal

More and more obscure times fall on a place known as district 42. Poverty can be seen everywhere you go. Misery resides in the lives of every citizen. A thin line is about to be crossed. The final battle will soon begin. On the one hand, those who value tradition, order; On the other, those who cry out for freedom. Everyone knows, although no one claims ... but the district flag will soon burn. However, in an event perhaps headed by fate, a soldier wakes up. A man transported from another world, plunging into all the Chaos spread over that place. Perhaps, the only man capable of extinguishing the flames of that cruel war.

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District 42

The soldier was flabbergasted once he saw that man stretching his arm in his direction and offering a handshake.

It was so sudden that his mind was striving to process what was happening. After all, it wasn't every day when the big boss of a whole organization would even care enough about your existence to offer a handshake for you.

"S-sure. It's nice to meet you as well." He squeezed firmly Thor's hand.

The grip of the leader was strong. Not firm, but strong, and Casper needed to tighten his grip to match him.

'Leonel did the same with me once we first greeted each other. Is it some kind of peculiarity of their culture or something? Maybe it's a thing that just the Sgails do.' He was dumbfounded but didn't give up on that handshake that looked more like a competition than a greeting.

The other Sgails were casting mischievous stares at those two hands together shaking up and down slowly. Some of them even giggled.

Sgail's leader