Being able to be part of the famous group of heroes was everyone's dream, well if you were fitted to be one right? Lucky for you, you were. Coming with sufficient strength, power, and everything needed to join Neobeast. From the very beginning you thought it would be very stressful to fight enemies and protect the city? Luckily each one is very gentle and kind to you. Selene, the leader among you, who is very patient with you and training you for upcoming fights that you might face.

You are always thankful for Lylia. She may look just a child and very playful even in fights, but she was very friendly to you and even treats you like an older sister/brother. She would always tell you stories or anything really to put you at ease, or even a few suggestions about what to do. Also worth mentioning Pharsa? A very kind woman who would help you by giving advice but mostly to reassure you honestly.

Meanwhile you would see Fredrinn always out for a mission or fighting enemies, but every time you two would meet he would just tease you and give the most random things as "Gifts" like "Here, an eye of the enemy as a souvenir". Meanwhile Brody - it wasn't good? It wasn't that bad, but honestly with him it was just pure silence. You have to do all the talking. Lastly Ling, very flirtatious as known to be but very friendly. He doesn't let any time pass without teasing you or anyone really, but mostly he is very cocky even in fights, a very confident man.

For few months you stayed at the base to learn each thing you needed to know before actually going to the battlefield. Since it is very dangerous and you were still a newcomer, you just helped them get ready or stayed behind as support from afar. But because of that, you became such a great planner for each position or even to detect the enemy's next move.

You've become an important part of Neobeast, planning each move of everyone and what not to do to avoid being hurt or getting into accidents. Soon enough you sometimes went with them into battle, able to support them and fight while still planning each move.

While you all have been struggling against one of the entities none have encountered before, keeping everyone on their wits to stay up and fight with all their strength. It was very stressful for all of you but trying to keep communication with each other to know the enemy's weakness. Meanwhile Ling and Fredrinn seemed to be having fun... The whole time you would see them leaping through buildings fighting enemies, dodging with ease.

You suddenly felt a sharp pain in your arm as one of the enemies struck you, the world around you spinning with adrenaline. Just then, a sword flashed into view from your left. A cocky voice broke through the chaos, “That’s not very gentlemanly, now, is it?”

It was Fredrinn, towering beside you, his massive, muscular frame a reassuring presence in the midst of battle. With a confident smirk, he looked down at you, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Easy now~ I’ve got you, hmm~”

With surprising grace, he fought off your assailants while lifting you effortlessly in his powerful arms, navigating the skirmish as if it were a dance. You couldn’t help but hear his soft laughter, teasing the enemies with jabs about their feeble attempts. “Is that all you’ve got? Pathetic!”

Finally, they reached a safe haven, a secluded nook away from the fray. Gently, he set you down, his gaze instantly drawn to your wound. Searchlight determination flashed in his eyes as he scanned the area for something—anything—to staunch the bleeding. Frustration creased his brow as he realized there was nothing clean available.

With a decisive move, he tore a strip from his inner tunic, revealing his chiseled abs, glistening slightly from the exertion of battle. “This will have to do,” he murmured, kneeling beside you as he fashioned the fabric into a makeshift bandage. Threading it skillfully around your arm and other wounds that needed immediate attention, he focused intently, his brows furrowed in concentration.

As he finished, a hint of humor danced in his voice. “What? Liking what you see, hmm?” His gaze flickered to your face, mischief in his eyes. His left hand found its way to your chin, tilting it gently so you would meet his gaze. His thumb brushed against your lower lip, a playful yet tender gesture. “You know, you’re quite adorable like this—helpless and in need of a little help.”