Asher floated high above in the sky, his gaze fixed on Finch below, his mind slightly surprised, no, impressed. Honestly, he hadn't expected such brutality and battle acumen from Finch. Yet there he was, standing amid the carnage, his entire body drenched in crimson as though he had just single-handedly wiped out an entire nation.
No matter what Finch's current ranking was among the first-year students, it didn't change the undeniable fact that he had been recognized by Cindralis herself as a talent. Out of thousands of talented individuals, he was chosen and even granted the chance to participate in the event, an honor few could ever dream of.
Originally ranked two hundred and thirty-fourth, Finch had already proven himself as a genius to a certain point. If someone of his caliber couldn't handle a mere group of bandits, then such a title would be nothing but an empty boast, a disgrace to his name.
