Raze's fingers were twitching slightly, and he was wondering if this was a situation where he would need to use his magic. The uniform he recognized well because he had seen it before.
These were the clothes of the Red Brigade, the ones that were disciples. The young man in front of him looked to be the same age as Raze.
He was one of the students who were training to enter the Pagna Academy on behalf of the clan.
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