In a large underground room in one of the buildings on the outskirts of the city, sounds of heavy breathing were heard as over a hundred men engaged in an arm wrestle.
Their upper bodies were bare as beads of sweat glistened on their tanned skin.
Their main focus was to get their opponents back to the floor, but as each man had almost equal strength, the task became a little difficult to accomplish.
As the wrestle continued, five men in dull patterned kimonos, walked in their midst as their eyes glanced past each team, ready to shout a few instructions to their hearing.
Everyone seemed to be so into this training until Daisuke's arrival.
There was a little distraction from the retainers, but their instructors made them get back to work immediately.
"Do you think your level of strength is enough to impress Lord Sato when he returns? Focus!"
As no one wanted to be found lagging when their Lord and owner returned to test them, they became even more serious.
