Marla quickly found the talent she was looking for in the first-year lot.
"You…"
She pointed at one student and asked him to come forward with her finger. She looked very dominating while doing that.
"What's your name, boy?"
The boy she was talking about had black hair hair and sharp black eyes. He was tall with clear skin that had a tinge of red.
He was built muscular, a testament to his strict practice routine and sheer will. Among the bunch of boys that looked like they hadn't hit their growth spurt yet, he looked like the only one who could be called a man.
The kid lacked a beard. So he still had the boyish charm accompanying him with his seemingly mature body. A deadly combination for all the young girls' fluttering hearts.
"Name's Ken Riverine, ma'am."
Ken answered with a slight bow. His voice was firm and serene. He had the kind of bass in his voice that made him sound like an important man.
