"Rest well, Principal." Owen stood up, his face bearing a trace of respect.
Kendo had indeed treated him exceptionally well.
Mystic Techniques were hard to come by, and given the uniqueness of these two Mystic Techniques, it was likely that most students wouldn't even qualify to learn them.
Others would be overjoyed to receive just one of them.
Yet, he had been granted two, a clear indication of the academy's favor towards him.
It was hard to say there were no interests involved, but the benefits he had received were tangible and real.
He closed the door to the Principal's office behind him.
Kendo opened his eyes and turned to look out the window.
The autumn sun, filtering through the thin clouds, draped the mountains in a golden halo.
The peaks, bathed in sunlight, appeared even more majestic, standing tall as if they were guardians of nature.
