(The character will be introduced immediately after the episode concludes.)

Scene 1: The Strengthening Border

The morning sun casts a golden glow over the fortified border, illuminating the disciplined ranks of the Guardians. Their steel armor gleams with every measured step as they patrol the ramparts, a living bulwark against the encroaching threats beyond. The air is crisp yet charged with tension—the quiet before an inevitable storm. In a secluded alcove beneath a crumbling archway, Xero and Claude stand apart from the throng, their eyes fixed on the Guardians’ relentless march.

Claude’s gaze narrows as he clenches his fists, his voice low and burning with raw emotion.
Claude: “Every time I see them, I feel this burning need—an urge to be out there with them, to stand shoulder to shoulder on that frontline. I’m sick of watching from the shadows!”

Xero strides forward, gripping Claude’s shoulder with a firm intensity that both soothes and provokes. His eyes blaze with a mix of hard-won wisdom and fierce youthful ambition as he speaks in a measured yet burning tone:

"Claude, I feel that same raging fire inside me. Even after all the relentless training we've endured, the Fortress Guardians still won’t recruit someone our age."

Claude turns to face Xero fully, the intensity in his eyes demanding clarity.
Claude: “Then what do you propose, Xero? Because sitting here, watching these warriors defend our land while we waste our potential—it’s maddening! I want to be out there, making a difference. Not just dreaming about it.”

Xero’s lips twist into a confident smile as the charged air around them seems to vibrate with possibility. His eyes gleam with fierce determination as he unleashes his vision:

"What if we dare to look beyond? If the rigid protocols of the Guardians lock us out, then why not forge our own destiny? Let’s rally our own guild—a band of brothers and sisters, united by purpose and unyielding resolve. We'll register with the Vanguards Association on our own terms, guided by a code we craft and honed through our own relentless training. Just imagine the resources we’d command, the influence we’d wield, and the unbreakable strength we’d build from the ground up!"

Claude’s eyes widen as the weight of the idea sinks in, his voice softening with both awe and determination.
Claude: “A guild… You really think we can do that? That we can gather others like us, hungry for change, and rise to protect the land in our own way?”

Xero nods, his tone growing more resolute as he outlines his vision.
Xero: “Yes. Think of it—if we become recognized, we won’t just be a group of misfits dreaming of glory. We’ll be a force backed by solid numbers, innovative strategies, and a commitment to our people. We can build training grounds, secure alliances, and carve out our own legacy. Our own strength will be our greatest asset.”

Claude’s initial hesitation melts into a fierce spark of determination, his eyes igniting with a blazing resolve as he contemplates the weight of their daring vision.
Claude: “I see it clearly—a guild rising as a beacon of hope amid the ashes of our past. For me, I’ve always been alone, with only you by my side. My mother sacrificed herself bringing me into this world, and my father was lost in that merciless attack. I have no ties holding me back. But there’s one unyielding barrier: your mother, Lily. She’s been relentlessly protective, convinced we’re not ready to risk everything—especially when it comes to you. How do you plan to shatter her doubts and convince her to let you take that leap into the unknown?”

Xero laughs softly, a mix of mischief and pride dancing in his eyes as he replies.
Xero: “Ah, that’s where my charm comes into play. I know her fears, her heart aches from past losses. But I believe that if I show her how determined I am—if I prove that this isn’t reckless ambition but a calculated quest for unity—she might just understand. We owe it to ourselves, and to those who can’t fight for themselves.”

Claude’s expression softens, the resolve in his voice now tempered with a hint of hope.
Claude: “Alright, Xero. I trust you. If anyone can convince her, it’s you. And if this guild becomes our reality, then I’ll be right there with you every step of the way. We’ll train, we’ll fight, and we’ll make a difference.”

They share a determined nod, the unspoken promise of camaraderie binding them together as tightly as the armor-clad Guardians defend the border. With hearts pounding and dreams ignited, the two young warriors stride purposefully toward Lily’s house, ready to challenge fate and redefine their future.

Scene 2: Lily’s Dilemma

The scene opens in the quiet glow of a crackling fireplace. Lily sits alone in a modest, timeworn sitting room, the flames dancing in her eyes as she cradles a small, intricately carved trinket in her weathered hands. The artifact—a delicate keepsake from a distant past—stirs memories of nights filled with both hope and heartache.

Flashback Begins

It is a stormy night. The room is dimly lit by the wavering light of a single lantern, casting long, shifting shadows on the walls. The wind howls outside, rattling windowpanes as if echoing the turmoil inside. Suddenly, the silence is broken by a soft but urgent knock at the door.

Lily, startled yet composed, moves cautiously toward the door. When she opens it, a tall figure cloaked in dark tactical gear stands in the threshold. His features are partly obscured by a hood, and his eyes, heavy with unspoken sorrow, meet hers with intensity.

Xero’s Father (quiet, yet resolute):
"Lily, I come bearing a request that weighs heavily on my soul. I… I have no right to ask this, but you must protect him."

Without a word, he extends his hand, revealing a newborn wrapped tenderly in soft, worn cloth. The baby’s peaceful slumber contrasts sharply with the gravity of the moment. Lily’s eyes widen in shock, her heart pounding as she reaches out to accept the fragile life now placed in her care.

Lily (voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and compassion):
"You want me to raise him? To shield this innocent soul from the darkness that surrounds us? But why—why must you cast aside the chance to be his father?"

Xero’s Father lowers his gaze, his voice laden with regret and pain.

Xero’s Father:
"I have long been ensnared by duty and obligations that tear at the very fabric of my being. I am bound by a cause that demands sacrifice—a cause that prevents me from being the father he truly deserves. Lily, I beg you. Protect him as I cannot. You are the one I trust with this sacred duty."

Lily’s hands tremble as she cradles the baby closer, tears welling in her eyes. The room is silent save for the sound of the rain and the distant rumble of thunder. She stands rooted in place for what feels like an eternity as the weight of his words sinks deep into her heart.

Lily (whispering, yet resolute):
"I promise you—I will care for him, nurture him, and guard him with every fiber of my being. No matter the cost, he will never be alone in this harsh world."

With those words, Xero’s Father gives a pained nod and vanishes into the night’s embrace, leaving Lily alone with a responsibility that would shape the rest of her life.

Flashback Fades

Now, back in the present, tears track silently down Lily’s weathered cheeks as she gazes at Xero, who stands before her with a blend of determination and the raw hope of youth. The memories of that long-ago night interweave with the present moment, filling the room with an air of both longing and bittersweet duty.

Xero (voice firm, tinged with urgency):
"Mother, I understand your fears—I do too. But I cannot stand idle while our land is torn apart by endless conflict. I want to forge my own path, to protect our people. Please, let me be the one to make a difference."

Lily’s eyes soften with both maternal love and lingering anxiety as she steps forward, her hand trembling as she reaches out to gently cup Xero’s cheek.

Lily (voice shaking yet determined):
"My dear child, you carry so much of your father’s spirit within you—a burning resolve that both inspires and terrifies me. I have lost too much already, and the thought of watching you suffer the same fate... it nearly breaks me."

Xero’s gaze is steady, his eyes reflecting the legacy of pain and hope that has defined his life.

Xero (passionately):
"That’s exactly why I must go, Mother. It’s not recklessness—it’s a duty born from loss. I want to build a guild, to unite those who believe in justice and freedom. I need to gather strength so that no one else has to endure the sorrow of losing their loved ones."

Lily takes a deep, shuddering breath as she paces slowly before him, wrestling with the pull of her maternal instincts and the realization that she can no longer shelter him from the world.

Lily (voice thick with emotion):
"You speak of duty and sacrifice as if they were the sure path to salvation, but the road ahead is fraught with peril. I remember that night so vividly—the shadow that separated you from your father, leaving him cloaked in mystery, and the lingering terror that it might one day engulf you as well. I cannot bear to see you step into that abyss unprepared."

Xero steps closer, his voice rising with conviction as he meets her gaze, his determination lighting up the dim room.

Xero:
"Mother, I know the risks. I’ve trained relentlessly, pouring every ounce of my strength and heart into preparing for what lies ahead. I need to prove to you—and to myself—that I can stand against the coming storm. If I fail, I fail us all, but if I succeed, I can help prevent further tragedies. Trust me with this chance."

There is a long, charged pause. The silence is punctuated by the soft crackle of the fire and the distant memory of past sorrow. Finally, with a heavy yet hopeful sigh, Lily meets his gaze with a mixture of fierce love and reluctant acceptance.

Lily (softly, yet resolute):
"Then prove to me, Xero. Prove that your determination is not just a spark but a blazing force that can light the way through the darkest nights. Show me that you have learned from the past and that you will carry our legacy without succumbing to its burdens. Train harder, be wiser, and when you return, I will know in my heart that you are ready to face the world."

Xero nods solemnly, the fire of resolve burning in his eyes. As Lily embraces him, the room fills with the unspoken promise of sacrifice and hope—a mother's blessing forged in the crucible of loss, and a young warrior’s vow to rise above it all.

In that moment, the echoes of the past and the aspirations for the future converge, setting the stage for a journey that will test both heart and steel.