236: Chapter 12: Ergency eting_2 236: Chapter 12: Ergency eting_2 The third to arrive was the unusually tall Crush, and the fourth was the bewitchingly beautiful Sakura Dance, followed by the fifth, Pure, clad in a white robe.
With this, the four leaders of the Ninja Army were present.
Then ca another figure, clad in dark samurai armor and bearing a katana at his waist, who, amid the sound of tal friction, sat down to the right of Old Man Shanqi.
He was the President of the Martial Arts Association, Liu Wu.
The tea had cooled to a drinkable temperature, signaling it was ti for the eting to begin, yet one person was still conspicuously absent.
From within the samurai armor, the old man’s piercing voice rang out, “Where is Shiyu Genmi?!”
“Let’s wait a bit longer,” Old Man Shanqi suggested in a calm voice.
Hence, the six of them continued to wait.
Only when the tea had gone cold did new footsteps finally arrive.
“Sorry, sorry, I am late.
How’s everyone getting on?”
This statent, utterly unfit for the solemn atmosphere, was made by a frivolous man bearing not a hint of apology.
Dressed in a white suit and donning a soft hat, his steps were light, almost as if he were dancing.
Shiyu Genmi sat down to the left of the old man, reached for his tea cup, and said with a smile, “Well now, the tea has gone cold.”
How impudent!
Truly impudent!
Even in a mundane corporation unrelated to the inner world, any lunatic who dared such antics would skip being ostracized and be outright fired by an angry superior, while in the strictly-regulated Martial Arts Association, such disrespect was usually t with seppuku!
However, Zuiyan couldn’t bring himself to anger.
The man was a powerholder of higher status than him, and only those seated at the far end of the table alongside him were entitled to rebuke him.
From the black armor, Liu Wu shouted furiously, “Genmi!” Shiyu Genmi rely smiled.
“No harm done, let’s begin,” interjected Old Man Shanqi again, pacifying the mood.
He was the first to down his now-cold tea, followed in due ceremony by the other six people.
Zuiyan stood and distributed the paper materials to everyone present.
Putting down his tea cup, the old man said, “You’ve all seen the divination results from the Spirit Temple.”
Shiyu Genmi riffled through the docunts, “Oh well, the number two card of Onowell Slorock and our beloved little princess!
Isn’t that lovely, a daughter running away from ho and then coming back to her daddy with a man.
Should I prepare so adzuki rice in advance, or should I stick to the Empire’s custom and wrap a red envelope?”
No one responded to his joke, as the burly Crush “accidentally” snapped off a chunk of his chair’s armrest.
“My apologies, Lord Shiyu.
The chair was indeed a bit brittle,” Crush apologized with a volu that could make a child faint.
Shiyu Genmi waved a hand dismissively, “Don’t mind it!
It’s the 21st century, no need for those outdated protocols.”
Old Man Shanqi signaled the Ninjas with a look, and Pure, who was a man in a white monk’s robe with calm and plain features that belied his Ninja status, stood up.
“Please allow to briefly introduce our opponents.” Pure began, in order, “Shiyu Ling, the first experintal body cultivated by Lord Shiyu Genmi, a Dual Phase Mage of Spiritual Image and Brahma’s appearance.”
“Gongsun Ce, one of the highest danger Dragon Species from the City of Azure, who based on observations during the Colored Glaze Disaster on February 13, is very likely to have sealed within him the most potent Heart Phase Weapon known, the Final Sword, traditionally wielded by the Morton Royal Knights…”
Pure detailed the capabilities of the two, summarizing, “Without taking into account the Final Sword, the overall combat ability is assessed to be equivalent to two Peak of Manifestation together; with the Final Sword, the actual asurent is incalculable.”
There was a mont of silence in the eting hall, everyone but Shiyu Genmi was deep in thought.
Zuiyan disagreed with the combat assessnt but chose not to speak.
Liu Wu, within his black armor, slamd the materials down, shouting furiously, “Just two Peaks of Manifestation!
Do the Three Great Countries dare to affront our dignity so blatantly!”
Sakura Dance spoke softly, “Lord Liu Wu, this isn’t an overt…”
“Fools!
Fully aware of our Lord Huojin’s protection, yet still these great powers resort to such clearly detectable maneuvers, such arrogance!” The Samurai’s bellow echoed through the hall, Shiyu Genmi rolled his eyes, a gesture oddly similar to that of Shiyu Ling.
“Alright, alright, Uncle Liu Wu.
The target’s , not you, if you’re so eager to defend our nation, I can send a plane to take you to the City of Azure for an assassination, a tooth for a tooth,” said Shiyu Genmi nonchalantly, “Besides, the major countries have the right to be arrogant.
Morton is in such a state yet still held up by two from the Creation Realm, what about our Martial Arts Association?”
The man in the white suit shook his head sighing, “Nope, no!
The Martial Arts Association has no Creation Realm, nor does the Seven Luminaries Divine Sect.
The real representative of Zero Island in the inner world is unfortunately that Red Mage…”
The ntion of that na about to be spoken tensed up everyone present.
Liu Wu bellowed, “Hold your tongue!”
Shiyu Genmi drew a zip-motion across his lips, signaling silence.
It was a normal reaction, Zuiyan thought.
No one wanted to hear the na of the Red Mage.
Thankfully, that person left Zero Island in February, or else ergency etings might need to be convened weekly.
Old Man Shanqi set aside the docunts, turned, and asked, “Genmi, give us your thoughts on this matter.”
“I think this is a great opportunity!
Although we didn’t wait for Lianyi, the Final Sword alone is an absolute power.”
Shiyu Genmi, targeted by the major nations, showed no hint of fear, but was instead filled with an odd exhilaration.
He rose from his chair, like an orator lifting his hands, his eyes blazing with unmistakable fervor.
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