God, Minho hates Han Jisung. Hates that bastard and all the free passes he gets for being the chief's son and how fucking useless he is with an axe and most of all, Minho hates how somehow, against all odds, Jisung is good at dragon training.

"What trick are you pulling??" Minho shoves Jisung into the side of the arena. The dragon they were supposed to fight is laying on its back five feet away, fucking sticking its tongue out and panting with lazy satisfaction after Jisung did something, the useless, cheating bastard.