The forbidden master and disciple sparked a revolution, yet people still muttered, “Kids these days can’t match our era’s grit.” Their whispers grated on his nerves, especially when they added, “But he’s the hero’s son, isn’t he?” A decade had passed since the climactic war between humans and demons faded into history. Now, the offspring of those legendary saviors had come of age. Among them stood Eirth, a prodigy whose skills shone brightly. The world assumed he’d naturally inherit his father’s mantle, wielding his sword for the kingdom’s protection. Yet Eirth bristled under the weight of that legacy, the hero’s shadow looming over every step he took. His father’s reputation felt less like an honor and more like chains tightening around his future. Society’s expectations clashed with his own restless spirit, leaving him torn between duty and the desire to carve his own path. The whispers followed him everywhere, a constant reminder that no matter his achievements, he’d always be measured against a legend he never chose to embody.
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