The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

Moira hesitated when she thought about the health conditions of the two oldies.
Besides, if she had decided to change schools, there might not be one that could match the standards of the Little Professors.
Through small talking with other parents when she was waiting for Heidi to finish school, she learned that the kindergarten had
been acquired by a large organization from the outer district. They had plans to invest a considerable amount of money to shape
the Little Professors into the best school in the district – or even the state.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How could she have compromised little Heidi's future in a fit of pique?
"Damn you! Is this why you think you can intrude our lives just because of this?" Moira clenched her jaws and said to herself
angrily.
Meanwhile, a little less than four kilometers away from the Little Professors, a lady with a stunningly beautiful appearance yet
malicious soul made her way into Harleydale Senior High.
Half an hour later, Jacob, who was standing outside the classroom watching his daughter's attentive face in class, received a call
from his father.
"Okay now, Dad, don't worry, I'm on my way." He hung up the phone and took a last peek at his baby girl before turning around
for the school's exit.
"Have a good day, sir!" The security guard of the kindergarten stood unwaveringly with a straight back as he bade Jacob farewell
with a fist to his chest.
Jacob gestured at him by putting a hand in the air, headed to his car which was not too far away from the gate, fired up the
engine, and took off with squeak of tires.
The Martial Arts Road in the north, as the name suggested, was filled with martial arts schools, boxing clubs, and gyms.
It was rumored that in an unknown alley, there was a hidden master who was born with the ability to use leaves as a weapon –

his flick of a leaf was so strong that it could pierce a person's skin.
This attracted numerous young people who were passionate about martial arts from different areas of the district, and they would
sweep through different alleys in hopes of finding the skillful master as their sensei.
The Dubhe Street was 3.7 kilometers long. There were three martial arts schools here, and six boxing clubs with certified boxers,
making it one of the most popular streets at Martial Arts Road.
In the middle of the crowd, Jacob followed behind his father as they entered the street.
The father and son pair were here to visit Master Nathan Roman, the master of Everwin Martial Arts School, one of the three
well-known martial arts schools at Dubhe Street.
The Everwin Martial Arts School was located in the middle of the street, with over a thousand members and among whom,
hundreds of them were elite apprentices. Under the leadership of a young and able master, the school had quickly grown to
become one of the top ten schools in the Central District.
They had not gone far into the Dubhe Street when Franklin stopped by a weapon store that specialized in longs words.
"Dad, isn't this enough?" Lifting two full bags of premium cigarettes and wine in the air, Jacob raised a brow.
Franklin glared at his son, "How could those things be enough?!"
Fine, whatever you say, old man. Secretly shaking his head, Jacob followed suit as Franklin stepped into the store.
As soon as he did, he could feel a sharp qi coming to his face. There were swords of various shapes, sizes, and materials –
long, short, wide, narrow, steel, gold, and many more.
Franklin could not decide what to buy, so he went down the easy path, "Show me the most expensive sword at your store."
The most expensive sword?

Jacob could see instant gush of joy in the staff's eyes.
"Sure thing, mister, please give me a moment, I'll grab the best sword in store!" The staff member responded zealously as he
turned around and went to the back.
Very quickly, he returned with a sandalwood box – there were sculptures of dragons and phoenix on its surface.
The staff member presented the box courteously with box hands. "Please check this out!" He said with a stern look.