Rise Of The Dragon Emperor

News travelled fast around the campus , that Ronan Draco had arrived and was drafted for a legendary total of 122 merit points to the Red house.

The buzz surrounding it was unreal , as everyone wanted to meet this new celebrity , the second prince of Avalon. The unrivalled genius Ronan Draco .

Percy was known to be a more sociable and honorable noble , although the first prince , he was not arrogant about his noble origins and treated both nobles and commoners with respect. While he did not distinguish as to whom he shared a table with .

This naturally made Percy an extremely popular figure with the commoners , who thought that this was exactly how nobles should be , while the noble Faction though displeased a bit was more or less fine with it , as even though Percy was a higher ranking noble , he did treat them all with respect too.

This made the children of Barons and Counts and other Nobles who were usually bullied by the sons of the Duke’s, lean more towards favouring the prince , while the sons of Duke appreciated the prince showing them face and talking to them like equals.

Hence Percy was basically Mr.popular around the campus , beautifully trodding the diplomatic way of life while upholding the honor of the Draco household.

Hence with Ronan, everyone expected a simmilar behaviour. Expected him to be sociable and amiable and someone who would not join any power-blocks or internal political struggles._.

Well , the people who expected this were only half right at the end , as Ronan arrived to the academy and since day one his attitude was

” Diplomacy? F*** It ! “

Ronan did not care if one was a noble or a commoner , a teacher or a staff , from Red house or Green house , Ronan Draco only cared about one thing and one thing only , which was who was strong , and how would he get stronger.

Ofcourse he was cordial , but the coldness emitated from his very existence as he would not partake in small talk. If someone waved their hand towards Ronan , he would smile and wave back , however if they would try strike a conversation with him , Ronan would just say ” Excuse me ” , and walk away.

He did not associate with anyone on the first day , as except for passing basic introduction with his housemates , the moment he was discharged from the house selection ceremony and every student went to check their dormitories and fraternize with other house members. Ronan went straight towards the training hall.

Changing from his Red house robes , Ronan changed into a shirtless training gear , as he started warming up with pushups and cardio.

Untill he could find a proper teacher to guide him , Ronan had decided to follow the training regime he used to have at the palace. As for him a single day not used to train , was a single day wasted that he would never get back.

It was 7 in the evening and the training hall was full of people sparring , practicing excercises AA or punching dummies. Most of them were third and fourth year students , who were nearly around Ronan’s power levels with the range being close to level 30 for the fourth year students.

Ronan finally smiled for the first time since arriving at the academy as he saw someone atleast worth sparring with , as the freshmen ceremony had scared him more than anything else , as Ronan found no suitable opponent worth his time in his batch .

Ronan was engrossed in his training as he did various bodyweight exercises to train the core muscles of his body. With his form and technique being absolutely flawless.

Naturally the seniors soon started to take notice as questions started to flow about who the small looking brat was.

The seniors did not expect a first year to attend the training hall on the very first day and train like a madman , hence they asked around in every years batch from 2nd to 5th , but the identity of the kid was not found out.

After a while , a third year student approached Ronan , as he said ” Nice form , what’s your name my fellow academy student ? “.

Ronan ignored the question for a second as he finished his set , before getting up as he locked eyes with the kid , and said ” Ronan Draco , a pleasure to meet you “.

Murmurs instantly started to spread across the training hall , as everyone was shocked by the revelation. As the senior who asked the question to Ronan started to tremble.

‘ Draco? did he say Draco ? ‘

‘ That’s Percy’s brother , the second prince ‘

‘ Fuc**** hell , is he a first year? ‘

‘ There was a rumor that someone was drafted for 122 merit points today . I think his name was Ronan Draco , is this kid really level 27 at 7 years of age? ‘.

The fourth and fifth year students were more in control of their emotions as they were less intimidated by a first year genius than the others. This was especially the case for one ‘ Jessie Werner ‘ , the previous golden boy of the academy . At level 37 at the fourth year . A 5.5 star prodigy and the heart and soul of the blue house.

He had a beef with the Draco’s , as Percy had beat him in the house showdown in his rookie year to win the finals. From then on nobody respected Jessie the same.

Percy was too strong for Jessie to pick a fight with , however there was no way that he would let the chance to bully his younger brother slip through his hands , as he passed a sny comment about Ronan .

” Whoa there junior , what’s with all the scars on your body eh? Cut marks , lash marks ? Were you abused in your own household Draco? Did the king beat you ? Or was it your grandmother?”. Jessie said , as audible gasps spread across the room.

Everyone feared that the calm black eyes of Ronan would be replaced by a murderous red , just like Percy’s did when he lost his temper. However they were shocked when no such thing happened.

Alexander had particularly trained Ronan to never be provocated by an enemies words , as according to Alexander an enemy who needs to provoke you into a fight is usually a fool who cannot fight you at your best.

However Ronan was never letting any insult at the Draco family name slide as he said ” Level 37 at age 11 , i would be ashamed to be level 37 at 8 much less 11 , i don’t think i quite got your name , but I’m sure that your family would disown you soon soo , you better get used to not having a family name.

As for why the scars on my body . Well that’s because in the Draco household we train like real MEN , with real weapons and injuries instead of make beleive wooden swords. But i assume clean bodied untalented bi*** , you want a beating. Come , I’m sport , if you have the balls to fight me that is “.

Silence . Jessie was in disbelief and shock over what Ronan just said , as it took him a few seconds to process what he just said…

5.5 star talent called trash? Ashamed to be level 37 at age 8 ? what the hell was this kid talking? Sparring with a fourth year genius on day one?

The crowd was equally stupefied by what Ronan just said , before erupting in laughter , they found Ronan to be funny and his response to be witty , however never did they expect him to actually engage in a fight with Jessie.

But they were wrong , as he actually went through with it!

/// thankyou guys for hitting the powerstone target last week. I’m overjoyed and grateful. Bonus soon ! ///

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