Spar
Days passed by as Ashoka grew.
His daily training got harsher as time passed and his powers increased by leaps and bounds.
At the age of ten, Ashoka managed to become a three-star knight!
Of course, he made sure to only display the strength that he intended to show to others.
{I am sick of this boring place...}
Draco was tired of living in the tempest manor by now.
In the first place, he was Dragon.
Born into the mighty race of Dragons, he had never experienced the feeling of being confined to one place.
Dragons were the species that acted on their instincts, being confined in one place was not suitable for them.
'Stop whining and let me concentrate.'
Ashoka was training, as usual, today when Alberad came to him and offered to spar.
Ashoka being the training manic he is didn't let go of the offer and readily agreed to it.
"Ready your sword, Ashoka. Let us begin."