News of "Alastair of Verdant Dawn" spread like wildfire. The small, usually overlooked sect suddenly became the center of attention. Messengers from various sects came under the guise of "fostering relations," but their eyes were always probing, searching for clues about this mysterious identity.
Leo was forced to face them, always wearing his mask of the plain, humble "Leo."
"So, Leo," asked an Elder from a rival sect during a dinner gathering, his eyes sharp. "I hear Verdant Dawn has a mysterious participant this year. 'Alastair'. Who is he? A new disciple?"
Leo smiled, hoping it didn't look stiff. "Alastair, Elder? Oh, that must be a clerical error. My name is Leo. Perhaps the tournament committee made a mistake." He shrugged casually. "Verdant Dawn only has one participant, and that
