“I drew up as much information as I could on the boy,” said the man, handing the folder to Sakura. “You might want to take a look.”

Sakura thanked the man and then quickly flipped through the file.

Max Rainhart...16 years old...citizen of the outer-rim.

“He’s from the outer-rim,” said Sakura. “How did he end up over the wall?”

“We’ll have to look into it,” said the man. “I held back on alerting the police climbers in case you wanted to look into it yourself.”

“Good thinking,” said Sakura.

“There’s more in that file that raises eyebrows,” said the man. “Look at the analyst and medical records.”

The woman flipped the page. Her eyes bulged with shock when she read it.

“This...is...incredible,” she said.

She then promptly closed the file and turned to the man.

“Do you smoke?” she asked.

The man looked at her confused. “Yes, but I don’t see why that matters right now?”

She held out her hand. “Do you have a lighter on you now? I’d like to see it.”

The man ruffled through his pocket and then handed her a lighter. She triggered the flame and then set the folder on fire.

“What are you doing!?”

The file went up in flames and then Sakura threw it on the ground and stomped it out, leaving a pile of ash on the floor.

“You’re going to keep this file between us for the time being, got it?” said Sakura. “If this kid’s file has already been uploaded to the climber database, I’d like you to go and remove it.”

“But—”

Sakura cut him off. “That’s an order from a superior-ranked climber. Now go.”

The man nodded and hurried off.

Sakura turned back to the boy.

Max Rainhart.

Where did you come from?

* * *

Sakura sat with Max, trying to figure out what they were going to do with him, when an older man walked into the hospital wing.

She immediately stood at attention.

“Climber president,” she said.

“Sakura,” nodded the man with a familiar tone. “I hear the tower-zone has received its newest citizen from beyond the wall. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

The man walked over and placed his hand on Max’s hospital bed.

“What do we know about him?”

Sakura let out a sigh. “I honestly don’t know where to start. The kid has a unique trait for one thing.”

The climber president nodded at that, thinking to himself.

Considering the rarity of a unique trait, Sakura was surprised by how cavalier his response was.

She continued. “The boy also has one of the three great passive skills.”

The climber president raised his eyebrows at that.

“Impressive for a boy so young,” said the president. “Which one does he have?”

“Kokoro, sir. Warrior spirit.”

“Ah,” said the climber president.