There are no swords and swords in the history books here. There are only seventeen-year-old boys and girls secretly passing notes in the back row of the classroom, sharing ice cream after evening study hall, cheering for each other at sports meets, and saying "see you tomorrow" with red eyes in the graduation season.
This time, the country is a classmate, the world is a classroom, and the story of youth has just turned to the first page...
Intention: boring