Overture of the White Dragon

“Haaah! So damn tired. I guess that’s it for today.”

An exhausted voice came from the man, who was stretching out his arms. He had been sitting in this chair for several hours, glued to it by the amount of workload that could be called overwhelming.

“This is just registration. There are several rounds of matches in the afternoon still. Don’t make a sound like you’re out of commission just yet. You’re making me feel tired as well.”

“Aw! How am I not exhausted? My hands are shaking from all the typing, even with all these people to help.”

From his posture, he looked so tired that he might slide down from his chair.