A Problem Rising

"The White Dragon?" Viker repeated the words, and it seemed to jog his memory slightly. A while back, he remembered his clan, not just his, but many clans were talking about a new star in the Dark Faction, and they had nicknamed him the White Dragon.

He was the person that had managed to best the main disciples, and those who had watched the fight said it was a spectacle of a future star, dubbing him the name White Dragon.

"That's him…" Viker had a more careful eye on him, but his name, his story, it didn't make any sense. A person who could hardly breathe, tired after a single strike, this couldn't be the White Dragon.

Even if he was, it didn't explain why all the other members were loyal to him.

"How did this happen, aren't you embarrassed of yourself, look at you two, the two of you are main disciples and yet you're working directly under a no-name, he doesn't even belong to a clan, do your heads even know about this!"