Aoi stood firm, preparing herself to face the Direwolves that had slipped through the damaged barrier. As one of the beasts lunged at her, she channeled the sacred power of her Saint abilities into her fist, creating a radiant aura around her clenched hand. Although she had left her boxing days long ago, her instincts and technique remained sharp.
Before entering high school, Aoi had been known as a talented young boxer, disciplined and skilled. However, the pressure to fit in socially at her new school made her give up boxing and adopt a new image—a sweet, innocent girl who easily became popular. But now, faced with real danger, her old instincts resurfaced, taking her back to those days—though this time, she was armed with the formidable power of a Saint.