"Weak! Weak and useless! Don't bother coming back!" Kieran snaps at the unsuspecting new League Club member, who simply opens his mouth and then turns and leaves the club room. How is he meant to get stronger if he's battling weaklings?

How will he ever beat Florian? It's his only goal... his only purpose. Long gone are the days of a soft and gentle Kieran. He barely even speaks to his own sister these days.

With a scowl, he kicks one of the chairs at the table in the middle of the club room and slumps down at the top. Drayton is slumped on the other end of the table, seemingly too lazy to even bother commenting.

Kieran rubs his eyes and sighs sharply. He's so tired, spending so much time running himself ragged training to be the strongest. He might be Champion of Blueberry Academy but it isn't enough.