As a warrior candidate, he had a bit more freedom to stroll outside the ghetto. He didn't admit it out loud, but that little freedom made him feel somewhat arrogant, even if unspoken. Years of training had led to that small "freedom," so he cherished it whenever possible.

During one of his regular walks, he ended up deviating a bit, just a bit, to see the water channel that crossed the streets of Liberio with crystal-clear water and a soothing sound on that pleasant day. Well, that was until he found a young girl sitting on the grass, gazing at the same canal he wanted to see. This girl, her clothes looked quite expensive, her appearance was good, and most importantly, she didn't have the armband.

She was just a Marleyan. What was interesting about her? She was just another Marleyan who would likely treat him with disdain just for being Eldian. She was just another Marleyan. So why did he keep coming back to the canal every time he could at the same hour?

"My strategic skills are the best in the entire military barracks. I mean, I'm a warrior candidate for a reason," he said with a hint of pride, perhaps exaggerating a bit. Unbeknownst to him, he had spent days trying to impress that Marleyan girl who seemed genuinely happy to listen to him. Against his better judgment, he was foolishly interested in impressing that Marleyan.