Once upon a time, there was a weak and cowardly knight that served under a king. But this knight shielded his king from an assault-- he died. In glory of him, his statue was erected in the center of his hometown, exalted from generations to generati...
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"To begin with, you're too much of a roughneck!"
"What's with that, you sissy, wanna fight? I'll send you flying!"
"One second's all it takes for me to stop your heart, you weed!"
"Are ya fightin'? let me in!"
Lord White Dragon pouts, finding himself ignored by the two bickering dragons before him. His oversized claw, brimming with glistening white scales, are bared and extended in an impatient sort of ferocity. His grin is kind and humorous, but holding back a bursting glee.
The blood of the Green Dragon roars irritably, fists shuddering in the other's face as he handles his spear with withheld aggression. His teeth, strangely sharp canines, grind in displeasure, and a growl akin to a mountain beast rumbles from his throat.
Most alarmingly, the eyes of the Blue Dragon are one flicker away from a thunderstorm. His brows furrow in a way that they never do out of battle, his hand poised before the other in a defensive stance for war. His usual bird companions have vacated the location, sensing the danger moments prior.
Through it all, the youngest of the pack laughs. Yellow sways his feet over the ledge he's perched on, bursting into shamelessly amused guffaws. In the midst of chaos, he is much promptly disregarded.
Very appropriately, King Hiryuu (who has apparently been there, who was undeniably the cause of this madness in the first place) giggles, leaning by the Yellow Dragon's side, taking in the scene in such gentle affection for the four children he looks upon dearly.
"Aren't you going to try and stop them?"
"I gave up trying a long time ago."
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"Oh, it's Tea Boy!"
Squeaking at the sudden attention, the tray leapt out of the teen's hands. Stabilizing it quickly, he stiffened in time for Zeno to hop down from his spot, beaming.
"Abi, Shuten, there's tea!" he announces to the two, "and cakes!"
The two whirled around like windmills, deathly glares fired in the direction of the poor tea carrier, who was shuddering under the hostile glances.
"Yay, tea!" King Hiryuu sparkled into the scene, "thanks as always, Sang."
The boy, Sang, jerks in a nod, holding up the tray of served tea for the group. He didn't say anything, but his eyes gaze expectantly at the King as he took a cup and sipped.
"You're a soldier, yet all you do is serve tea," Abi scoffed, taking the tea that was although rather lukewarm, had a pleasant aroma. Abi may not enjoy the boy's ever-terrible timing, but he had to admit the boy could brew some great tea.
