This is a relatively simple fic, placing a more competent and intelligent Ichika in IS Academy, to see how the story would progress.

The year is 1915, the Triple Entente and the Central powers are at war. Soldiers fall in similar numbers on both sides, in equally horrific conditions. The trenches are rife with disease, mental illness and injury. The air is thick with the stench of decay and gunpowder, a scent that signifies complete death and carnage. This story follows a British unit of 4th generation Japanese.