Mutiu took a moment to look at his teacher’s face, after hearing his relayed words. Resting his face on his left palm, as he placed the other hand horizontally on the desk, with a smile on his face, impressed by his attachment to the city. Sensing his agitation as each word was uttered, and afterwards.

While comprehending the situation at hand, and his teacher’s goal to suade him. But he had no actual interest in saving the city at the moment, he was more interested in the relationship the crisis, at hand had with the girl he saved. Knowing she had a certain level of familiarity to him, but uncertain...