"Tsk… what a troublesome little bastard…" in a vast open field somewhere, a young man of a tall stature, a heroic air and of a solid posture said with a hint of annoyance in his tone, the jet-black sword in his hand vibrating causing it to emit a shrill tone to express its agreement to its master, feeling annoyed dealing with their current opponent as well.
Letting out a loud roar as it creates distance between itself and the bipedal creature in front of it, a five-meter-tall monster of a feline figure, with its entire body being covered by white fur and black stripes like the White Tiger of the east that possesses divine nature, something apparent when one manages to notice the glowing, golden pupil this monster has.
