The president of Nirvana was a large man with a domineering appearance. He was ornate with gold chains, and a golden ring. He walked along with five bodyguards and one look at this person spelt a great many details about his social and financial standing.
He clearly exercised great power.
But right now, the president was bowing deeply. His expression was somewhat tense and his smile clearly forced.
"Stand straight," Azuma indifferently ordered as he picked a glass of clear blue drink from a waiter standing by, "Mister President, why don't you show me around?"
"Ah!" he let out a forced laugh, "Is that what brought you here? Haha, I see, I see. This way, sir. We have renovated the whole structure last year and you can see how well our efforts paid off!"
A corridor stretched out from the grand hall, and the president led Ryuka and Azuma there as he tried to casually comment on every big achievement of Nirvana.
