Ancient Dragon in Arknights

The dazzling lights of the inner city and the suffering of the slums are not the same; the gap between them is so vast that it makes one not even think of crossing it.

The fact that their father was able to buy a small loft in Colombia and provide his two children with good educational resources and a good standard of living shows that he was very capable.

"Sister, I'm planning to go to the gym next. What are you planning to do?"

Because of his poor health as a child, Nesario now pays great attention to his health. He has never slacked off in terms of physical exercise, and he discovered the powerful racial advantages of the Vyvan race early on.

Colombian law still has its dark corners, and the desolate desert is a lawless land; power is the only constant truth in this world.

Nesario didn't want to die in some dark sewer, so he had to have absolute control over the situation.

Chapter Two: Making Saria Strong

"Can I go with you? I want to go see it too..."

The two siblings each have their own things to do in their spare time. Seraya focuses on her studies and hands-on practice; not long ago, she even assembled a model car with her own hands. It's believed that it won't be long before Seraya's name resonates throughout Colombia, making her a rising star in the scientific community.

As for Nesario, he focused on improving his physical body. His advanced intelligence, when applied to scientific research, was not much inferior to Saria's, and might even be superior. However, he was a natural muscle-brain type, and he couldn't handle overly complex matters.

The two siblings, one studying literature and the other martial arts, can be considered to take care of and complement each other.

But now, Saria is surprisingly planning to go to the gym with Nesario.

"It's probably because they were bullied at school and still don't feel safe. This is when you need to take on your responsibilities as a family member."

"Of course, sister, let me do it. Speaking of which, the instructors at the gym are quite interested in you."

"Huh? Me? Why?"

Saria, who is rather sensitive and delicate, was somewhat afraid of this curiosity from a stranger, to the point that she wondered if her choice to follow Neltharion was the right one.

"Um... well."

Nesario recalled the teacher who was responsible for guiding him...

'Hey, are you really only eight years old? Is even the cubs of Vayvan this terrifying? What? You have an older sister? Does that mean she's even more of a monster than you?!'

The gym-goer, Mr. Felin, could send an entire punching bag flying with a single blow, but in his opinion, Nesario's talent was terrifying enough. Therefore, he was extremely curious about what kind of talent Vaiva, who was a year older than Nesario, possessed.

The two siblings put their schoolbags back in their respective rooms, and then went out together again.

Because it's still some distance from the school, you hardly see any kids here, even though the streets are usually full of them. Even if you do run into a couple, they just walk past each other without saying a word.

Nesario dislikes children for being noisy and immature, so he has almost no friends of his own age; Saria, due to her introverted personality, only has a few friends, and they are all passively made friends.

The distant skyscrapers reflected the brilliant sunlight, the white clouds on the horizon looked like white cloths hanging in the azure sky, and the crisscrossing roads were like the city's veins. A speeding vehicle brought a refreshing breeze, as if blowing away all worries.

Compared to the city, the two Vaivafan cubs seemed incredibly small, like a grain of sand on the beach, which would disappear without a trace with a single wave.

"Sister, what do you plan to do in the future?"

Nesario suddenly asked this question, showing a much longer-term perspective compared to the carefree attitude of children his age. After all, this world was far too dangerous; walking in any direction, beyond those towering city walls, lay the perilous slums.

Nesario and Saria are still able to enjoy life here because they're hiding inside the city walls. But their future can't remain hidden behind those walls forever.

“I want to go to Trimont University, Nesario, what about you? You’ve never told me what you want to do.”

As expected, Saria's answer was no surprise to Nesario.

Like countless middle-class children in Colombia, her goal was to study hard, get into a prestigious university, complete all her coursework, and then enter those well-known companies as an outstanding graduate.

Then comes the internship, the probationary period, and clocking in and out of work according to the work schedule. Perhaps in the future you will make a breakthrough in a certain field and win an award or even become a celebrity, but more likely you will continue to operate as a cog in the company.

If it's damaged, repair it; if it can't be repaired, replace it.

Don't talk to Nezario about dreams and the future; he doesn't believe that the richest guys in Colombia are all benevolent saints.

"Hmm, that's a great goal. With your intelligence, you're definitely capable of achieving it."

What can Nesario do? The answer is nothing.

Columbia won't break down because of him alone. Celia is already very fortunate to have found a decent job with a good salary within the rules. As for those unforeseen dangers... let him handle them!

"I haven't decided what I want to do yet... I wish I could make up my mind as quickly as you, sister."

"It's alright, Nesario. You're smarter than me, and you'll definitely be an outstanding person in the future!"

Ah—who said that older sisters and younger brothers are always mortal enemies?

Look at my older sister, how cute and gentle she is!

Nesario felt genuinely happy.

The two little dragons chatted as they walked, and time flew by. When they came to their senses, they were already standing in front of the gym.

"[Extreme Sports]?"

Seria read out the two words on the sign, and she now had serious doubts about her brother's mental and physical health.

"Sister, it's nothing. It's just the shop manager's terrible taste. His favorite cookie tastes just as bad as its name."

Nesario pushed open the door, and Saria followed closely behind.

"*Colombian swear word*! Keep going! You haven't reached your limit yet!"

"Open your shoulders! Stabilize your back! Tension your muscles!"

A powerful aura, mixed with the smell of sweat, surged over, and what came into Saria's view were several muscular men roaring.

Some of them were doing bench presses, while the assistants beside them were cheering them on with roars of encouragement.

Their eyes gleamed with a dangerous red light, while the thick muscles on their bodies bulged and throbbed with terrifying arcs.

"Alas!"

This was the first time Saria had ever witnessed such a horrific scene, and for a moment she stood at the doorway, too afraid to go any further.

Nesario naturally noticed Saria's embarrassment. He took a deep breath and then roared in a slightly childish voice:

"Hey! You guys, keep quiet! What if you scare the others!?"

"Yes! Sir!"

"..."

When Saria saw Nesario reprimand the others, she almost burst into tears.

Surprisingly, these muscular men, who could hold Nesario and Saria together but were no match for one of his shoulders, actually kept quiet.

"Sister, although the manager here has terrible taste, everyone inside is very easy to talk to. As long as you're strong enough!"

At least, the gym made room for him after he lifted a barbell twice his body weight.

Nesario gave Saria a thumbs up, hoping that today's events would give her some confidence.

"Sister, try punching the sandbag a few times. Maybe you'll like the feeling."

"I... I'm not good at fighting."

The best way to combat school bullying is to empower Saria with the ability to protect herself. Nesario wanted to try teaching her some methods of retaliation, but it seemed unlikely to be very effective.

Chapter Three: Fighting (Revised Version)

How much of an impact will this experience at the gym have on Saria?

Nesario couldn't judge whether Saria could continue to passively endure hardship. Even if the bullying at school was resolved, more suffering and trials awaited her in the future.

Therefore, she must become stronger, both physically and mentally.

The next day, during recess, Nesario left his class to go to Celia's classroom. Colombia values ​​an open educational atmosphere, so students of different ages are not separated; on the contrary, teachers strongly encourage interaction between students of different ages.

"Really... can't we solve the problems before talking about opening up?"

Bullying, gang warfare... If these problems are not addressed, the open educational atmosphere may grow wildly and turn into a war-torn high school.

"Let me see who these guys are who are bullying Saria."

Nesario's arrival did not attract much attention; he stood outside the classroom door and looked inside.

Saria's unique Vyvan features and beautiful silver hair made it easy for Nesario to find her; she was standing timidly in the empty space of the classroom.

'No way... I just stumbled upon a bullying incident?'

Nesario wasn't in a hurry. He needed to understand the general situation and find an opportunity to go to his teacher. The problem might not be solved, but at least he could put a blow to the other party's arrogance.

"Saria, I really like this little car. How about you give it to me?"

"I want one too! Saria, you must have other toy cars, right?"

"Hey, look at her, she's about to cry, hahaha."

Three Lupo kids were standing in front of Saria, with the one in the middle holding a model that Saria had assembled a few days ago.

The Lupo are based on wolves, so the Lupo tribe also possesses many wolf-like characteristics—fierce, brave, and fond of sticking together.

It is said that the Syracuse region, whose main population is the Rupo people, is controlled by gangs. The lowly Rupo band together to form local thugs, while the powerful Rupo band together to run gangs.

As for those three kids who ganged up to steal girls' toys...

"Toby! Give it back! That's mine!"

Saria didn't give up on her little car. She had put a lot of effort into this tiny model, and she would definitely regret it if she just gave it away.

"Who wants this toy!?"

Seria's resistance clearly angered Toby, who picked up the toy car and was about to smash it to the ground.

Saria immediately rushed forward to try and take back her toy car. She stepped forward and stretched out her hands toward the toy car model that Toby was holding high.

Although the Rupa children are still young, the instinct for teamwork is already ingrained in their DNA. Toby is just bait; it is his two accomplices who are making the move.

"Hey!"

Saria was too flustered and had no fighting experience whatsoever. Her opponent pushed her hard from the side and knocked her down.

"Idiot, newbie."

"Hahaha--"

The surrounding students had already been drawn to Toby and his friends' commotion, and what they saw was the victor humiliating the loser.

If the current situation doesn't change, Saria's status in the class will plummet. Kids always like to bully the weak and unlucky ones who don't dare fight back.

"Haha, this little car is mine now, Saria, no problem—"