He glanced down at the badge, and the information it carried.
Arthur Blackfall
Division: Sixth
Squad: Bronze
Talent: F
Class: None
That was how the world saw him.
He closed his fingers around the badge.
He wasn't angry or ashamed. If anything, he felt strangely calm.
This was not his real measure and it never had been.
The man reached behind him and lifted a folded bundle of armor set.
As he offered to Arthur who accepted it.
The armor was light.
A layered cloth base reinforced with thin leather plating over the chest, shoulders, forearms, and thighs.
With dark gray fabric, muted brown leather and simple metal buckles.
On the left shoulder was a small stamped symbol of the Sixth Division.
On the right side of the chest, a bronze-colored tag was sewn in, marking his squad.
It was not impressive.
But it was real armor. Not rags or patched slum clothing.
An actual protective gear.
Arthur examined as he adjusted the weight in his hands.
