Not far from the dragons.
A group of men and women in blue spellcaster robes gathered together.
As they enjoyed the feast, they gazed at the dragons in the center, exclaiming from time to time:
"Wow... so that's Pawa's father, Your Highness Xiluo!"
"He looks so imposing and magnificent. Before, we'd only heard about him and occasionally glimpsed him in the sky from far away. I never thought we'd get to see him this close.
"This is such an honor."
"He's huge... bigger than my house."
"I really feel sorry for anyone who makes an enemy of Your Highness Xiluo."
"Fighting something that enormous, one moment of carelessness and you'd be smashed into pulp, wouldn't you?"
"No wonder Boss Pawa grew so strong. He inherited Your Highness Xiluo's great bloodline."
"Boss Pawa! When can we see your little sister?"
As the spellcasters spoke, they all turned their eyes to the muscular dragonkin beside them, who stood two or three heads taller than an ordinary person.
"Pake... she still needs some time to grow. Father said that once she's a few months old,
"he'll have her train to the same standards I did."
Pawa smiled.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, with a hint of schadenfreude.
He recalled everything from his early childhood.
He felt that both his parents were the sort to put their children through hell.
Who the hell made a baby only a few months old do push-ups and sit-ups all day?
Who was bored enough to dangle roast meat in front of a child's head and walk him like a dog?
Only his father and mother...
But that was all right.
Soon, his little sister would follow in his footsteps.
At that thought, much of his worry that his talent might fall short of his sister's