"....However, I plan to reveal my true identity at the Academy tournament."
At these words, the room fell silent for a few seconds, but then Jofmaon stood up from his chair and glared at me.
"So, all this time, I've been calling someone whose name I don't even know, my boss?!" Jofmaon roared.
"You may not know my name, but you know how I act when I'm angry, don't you?" I responded, looking directly at Jofmaon.
"Do you think I'm afraid of you? Just because I respect you for what you did that day, do you think I'm your slave? I'm Jofmaon of the Lion Tribe! And I fear nothing my eyes can see!" Jofmaon shouted, slamming his hand on the table.
