Dragis returned to work the next day expecting to deal with the fallout that was bound to come from the night before, expecting a representative from the Dreakar family to be waiting to reprimand him or to put on some airs to try and show their dominance. Yet as he opens his door to his lab he sees an older man in a grey robe with the Aesir crest on his shoulder sitting at his desk.

“Family Patriarch,” Dragis says with respect and then makes a slight bow.

The Aesir family patriarch was an elder man in his three hundred who always keep a long beard and a royal look and was also one of the top five strengths in Asgard.

“So you do still know how to show respect to others. I was scared that your power had made you forget even that.” He says with a slight smile as he stands up.

“I will always show respect to those who show me respect. But everyone has a bottom line that once pressed they will retaliate.” Dragis replies as he straightens up.

“Where this is true every man should have his bottom line remember also each action has consequences that may outweigh your bottom line or possibly put others in danger even ones who were not involved.”

“So does that mean you are here to give me those consequences for my actions from yesterday or just lecture me?”

“In a sense. your superior wishes for you to pay some penalty or make a public apology but if you will accept a request from me I will put pressure on her to make the problem go away as if it never happened.”

“What is it you wish me to do patriarch?” Dragis askes

“Next year it will be time for the meeting of the four islands. For the occasion, at the end of the year, the city lord will host the generation tournament to find the top ten most powerful members of your generation. Where people are not required to join the tournament. Since you are the strongest of the Aesir in your generation I would like you to fight for the first ranked spot in the tournament to return the honor we lost in the last generational tournament because of Shyun Drakar cutting off one of our strongest members connection to the grand crystal causing him to lose his ability to use magic.”

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Dragis thinks back to when he was a kid watching that tournament when Shyun fought Grethor Aesir and through the use of his mental magic Shyun broke Grethors mind causing him to no longer be able to concentrate to cultivate magical powers.

“I will do as you ask patriarch and take revenge for our family member,” Dragis says with a slight smile.

“Good there is six more months till the tournament. Each family is allowed to enter at most thirty people to participate as a team. For most of the other members of your generation, there is little hope to win but we have five other family members who have great promise who we wish you to train in the next following months.”

“What about my brother, he is almost at my level will he not take part?”

“He will be taking all the others and trying to train them up to a much more respectable level. He may be almost your equal in strength but he is not as good with people as you and I am scared he may not know the limits of the others. Also, I am afraid of the cost of elemental stones that your brother would charge to train the other five.”

Thinking about the points that the patriarch made Dragis agrees since his brother, who normally is calm, his anger is on a whole other level and does not stand people who do not meet his standards or people who always make excuses. “Well this may be training for him as well but what is wrong with the other five” Dragis says with a laugh

“That is my very thought as well he is your equal in every way almost except for his understanding of people.” He says with a laugh “And there is nothing wrong with them they just may be hard to handle. Since you have agreed to start next week after your work come to the main family training grounds to meet the Family Elder and the other five.”

“If the Elder of the Young is free then why have me do it?”

“You will see next week,” the patriarch says as he walks by me and out the door.

“Guess my time of peace and quiet will be done for a while,” Dragis say lowering his head slightly in defeat.