Jiyan sighs quietly, looking outside of the window and seeing the slowly setting sun, the air in his office stuffy and not fresh anymore. Standing up from his chair and desk, he steps towards the window, opening it and looking downwards now, towards the training grounds. There they were, training to become better each day. He despised them once, when they were still on the enemy side. But now they were on his side.

He sighs quietly and scoffs with a small amused smile, turning away from the sight of their pretty body and their beautiful hair training their fighting skills which looks like their dancing. He‘s never seen such a type of fighting skills before, but he liked it. Because it looks so graceful and elegant, the way they fight.

The teal haired man now sits down on his chair again, looking back at the paperwork. So many tactics not trained yet, so many soldiers asking to join the Midnight Rangers. He didn’t knew being the general would sometimes be that hard, and boring. Insufferable.

The general takes a sip of his whiskey now, putting the glass aside again before running his hand through his slight bangs, his golden eyes scanning the papers. That‘s my youth huh, sitting in my office and doing paperwork…

He groans quietly in exhaustion, shaking his head and just leaning back. He wasn’t too fond of continuing the paperwork for the evening. He would rather go out with Guest, talk to them, take them home. He didn’t really knew what they were, he obviously felt something towards them and he knew they felt it too.

Oh, why do feelings need to be so complicated? "I should end my shift for today. Tomorrow is a lot of working out and training my fighting skills on my schedule and I should be relaxed and awake for that." He mumbles to himself.