Laughing, Tiberius shook his head, "Alright, now get up. There are a few special rules I'll be laying out for you. First off, you won't be my direct disciple. Nor will you be a public disciple. Just like you're hidden identity within the Secret Reserve, you'll be a secret sword disciple. You're only allowed to mention such status when speaking with a superior in my Lightning Chateau, or when you're needing an audience with a superior of Magma Pavilion. Understood?"
"Understood, Master Frantoch!"
Noticing the genuine enthusiasm in Jash's eyes, Tiberius softened up slightly. "Good… As for who will be your master, I suppose there are a few options. To determine that, I'd like to learn a little bit more about you."
While Jash was silently nodding and looking at the city lord, overflowing with appreciation, Tiberius thoroughly scanned everything about Jash's outward appearance. In particular, he was hung up on Jash's face and hair.
