Siva (Volume 4) The Book of Legends

Chapter 32 Dragona's Rulers

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Volume 4
Chapter 32 Dragona's Rulers
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"Hah!"

"Sha!"

"Fuuu..."

Echoing from the distance, the sounds of yells and cries rattles the lingering low class monsters.

That even those big ones that ranked to C would think twice before approaching the barred cemented walls of the so called [School].

Famous in the warmer regions of Tiara as the training grounds of the Yaolins, the Pagoda that became a symbolizing feat of every city of The North, stood high on its 30 floors. There were three of them with which stands around a central tower like a child. And to that tall skyscraper, taller than the three by 20 more floors, is the tower of Yaolin, to where their great Teacher lives.

While he watched the students over from his favourite spot in the veranda, a smile drew an arc on his face.

There was no denying that for all the Gonn Race's mightiest heroes and conquerors, one could never overlook a Gonn when their distinctive tall and bulky features join the crowd.

And most especially when this particular person joins in on that group or in any other group at that, his deep dyed eyes and gentle expressions can be confused of a good person whose nature is to help.

"YAAAH!"

At the top of the tall tower, looking down at them, a man's figure could be seen cross armed dressed on his red velvet shirt with his muscles screaming to escape from the tight size of the dress.

For as far as he could see, every punch, kick, shove of feet, sigh of breath... on every artful fists landing on every sparring partner's body, the sweat that flew by the air were signs of his great effort to build himself a strong army of able men.

Around a thousand men, practicing the art of his school —a feat that was the norm 600 years ago— he smiles at the satisfaction of seeing the fruits of his labour, a wide smile failing the kindness of his impression. Just then, as Hagrid stood at the porch, staring down at the legions of his students, a [Teleport Light] came from behind him and a Knight appeared with his armour's make showing the story of its design.

Like the bright morning sunshine, a distinctive mark can be seen embedded on the Knight's shoulder, reflecting a ray of light as he slowly walked closer.

An emblem of a dragon chasing its tail could be seen on the left shoulder of the knight's armour, his cape that flutters in the wind also had the same golden symbol of the dragon design. His sword of gold and adorned silver clings on his left side and makes noises every time he took a step. The whiteness and chromed silver lustre of his suit hides the monster material at which it was made.

The Knight, with his armor folding in weird places, bowed down to Hagrid in acknowledgement, as even one of his stature respects the might and ability of one of the leaders that controls a region of Tiara. Upon reaching him, the Knight did not say a word and just joined his company, and looked upon their grand accomplishments practicing down below.