To Max sage was an herb, not a state of mind. So when the men in the funny hats arrived to declare him The Next Perfect Master of The World, Max showed them the door. He had homework and a Pokemon tournament to prepare for. Besides, Max was hitting puberty and fully aware of it. He was NOT about to pass up getting a chance to see his first naked breasts (if the rumors about Michael Allen’s big sister were true) to lead the ascetic life. The adoration (and the little bit of money) were tempting. But hormones won out.