Lyeon

"That's right. You can't be talking about me?" a panicked voice suddenly cried out. All eyes turned to a second year disciple who stood in the middle of the crowd. His name was unfortunately also John, and he thought Thunderfist was throwing him to the wolves for no reason.

"Oh, there's another John in this group?" Thunderfist chimed up, completely shocked. His actions clearly revealed that he had no idea who this youth was, despite him being one of the three hundred most talented youths of the sect. However, the boy's attitude clearly indicated that he was on the meek side, and so him staying low profile wasn't unexpected.

"But no, I don't mean you boy. I mean him," Thunderfist elaborated as he pointed to John. John was standing with his group at the very rear of the disciples, and Thunderfists finger was clearly pointing directly at him.

John sighed as he saw all the other disciples look at him with a mix of anger and confusion.