"But how could you be a Beast General?" Apollo was shocked beyond belief that such a tiny, cute, yet cocky white cat could possess such strength.
"What's the fuss? I have been the most talented and handsome mighty white tiger since the beginning. So why is it surprising that I can talk before becoming a Beast General?"
"Meow! This is normal with my supreme talent and wisdom, so suck it," the white cat said, lying on the bed with a tone that practically invited a beating. Apollo controlled his urge to strike the little creature, still unsure of what the cat was truly capable of.
He looked carefully at the white cat, but no matter how hard he tried, it appeared to be just an ordinary cat. He couldn't help but be surprised at how well it could hide its aura and strength. Whatever means it used were truly extraordinary.
