That night, in the most luxurious suites in the bow of the Sword of the Seas, a man dressed in white samurai clothing was kneeling on the ground. His face was pale. He seemed to be reporting something.
A stout middle-aged man was sitting in front of him. The middle-aged man's eyes were small, and he had a pencil mustache. His facial expression was sinister. He didn't have an imposing manner, but as he sat in the room, everyone present was respectful toward him.
"What did you say!?" The plump, middle-aged man suddenly stood up. His face was twisted as he looked at the samurai dressed in white. His eyes were full of rage.
