Before the assembly of all tribes, Owen struck Roger across the face, showing no regard for Roger's esteemed status as the Saint of the Angel Race.
It was then that she realized, Owen had changed.
He was no longer the weak student, bullied and trampled upon in the schoolyard.
Watching Owen's departing figure, Finn's heart surged with excitement.
Commanding and imposing, students around made way for Owen.
"A man," Finn thought, "should carve out a reputation just like Owen."
"Saint, it seems I already know who to choose for the secret realm," Finn declared, his fists clenched, eyes sparkling with determination.
The young Saint girl's eyes flickered subtly, choosing not to respond.
The professor who had earlier rebuked Owen, watching him walk away, was seething with frustration:
"Headmaster, are you just going to watch him strut around the academy like this? He shows no respect for our rules."
