The sun shone arrogantly over the Golden Tiger Courtyard, where the military heirs of the noble houses trained.
Among them, the Baihuan House, proud of honor, the sword, and the supremacy of their blood.
That day, an exhibition was being held for the Council of Ancestors.
A kind of "tournament without war,"
Where each house presented their best warriors in ritual combat.
Suwei was invited as an observer.
But his mere presence was already a provocation.
—
Liu Xuan Baihuan, military heir of his house, looked at him as one looks at an intruder.
"Does the flower pretending to be bark come to see the true trees?" he said loudly.
Laughter echoed among the apprentices.
Suwei smiled slightly.
"Only trees unaware of their fragility break in the storm."
Silence.
The Council pretended not to hear.
But all eyes were already upon them.
—
During the demonstration, Liu Xuan unsheathed his spear and directed it toward a nearby column...
