TeenSk398

Three brothers, each striving for their own dreams and goals, set out on a journey that will test the strength of their bond. They become Knights, the first step on a path that will lead them to new challenges, unfamiliar faces, and difficult decisions. Along the way, they will meet others, face obstacles, lose some, and even get lost themselves. Their individual strengths are put to the test, each determined to reach their goals. But life is never that simple—abandonment and deceit lurk around every corner. Hidden motives and dark pasts resurface, threatening to tear them apart. Yet, despite it all, they continue to press forward, fueled by their dreams. In the face of betrayal and uncertainty, will their bond persist, or will they be defeated? Comrades are made, friendships are forged, and plans begin to take shape as they move forward. This is a journey of laughs, love, friendship, dark truths, and brotherhood. This is the Journey to Knights Fall.

Knights Fall

Stone tilted her head to the side, looking momentarily confused. "Yeah, I guess you're right," she said with a shrug.

Then, turning to the bar, she raised her voice. "Hey, Cap, don't you think it's about time you gave them their team number?"

"Huh?… Oh yeah, I think it's about time," Captain Lucas mumbled, barely conscious, his words slurring together. He swayed slightly, his heavy-lidded eyes half-focused on us. "Brats… what number do you want? Annette… take—hiccup—take out the box… and show 'em…"

And just like that, his head dropped onto the bar. Out cold.

Some of our seniors sighed, while others exchanged amused smiles. Clearly, this was normal.

How much did he drink? I wondered. And what do they mean by team number?

Kenji, ever impatient, broke the silence. "A team number?"

"Yeah," Miss Stone said, turning back to us. "Every Division team has a number—it represents them, kinda like their identity."

From behind the bar, Miss Annette emerged carrying a large wooden box. She set it down with a soft thud and opened the lid, revealing rows of wooden slates, each carved with a different number.

"Alright, Kenji," Miss Stone said, gesturing to the box. "Pick a number from one to forty-six."

Kenji frowned slightly, thinking. After a moment, he answered, "Fifteen."

"Fifteen, huh?" Stone nodded, rummaging through the box until she found the corresponding slate. She handed it to Miss Annette, who walked over to the wall behind the bar. There, neatly arranged, were several other wooden slates, each with a number carved into it. Annette carefully placed our slate beneath one marked 13.

Turning back to face us, she smiled. "As of today, Kenji Kimura and his brothers Yushiro and Takahiro, we officially recognize you as members of Division 4."

Her expression softened, but her voice remained firm with authority. "And as Vice-Captain of Division 4, I now hand you the team number 15. Kenji Kimura, do you accept this team, and will you lead it going forward?"

Kenji didn't even hesitate. "I accept it."

Miss Annette's smile widened. "Then introduce yourself properly."

Kenji straightened his back, his expression filled with pride. "I'm Kenji Kimura, leader of Team 15 of Division 4."

"Welcome to Division 4, Team 15!" Annette declared warmly.

"Welcome to Division 4!!" The entire base erupted in unison, voices ringing out like a triumphant chorus.

We bowed together, showing our respect. "Thank you for having us!"

Takahiro (4)