"I can't believe this. Are all of them item holders?" As Belicia took in the incredible scene in front of her, she could not help but ask, the astonishment in her voice reflecting the state of her mind.
Among the individuals on the training ground, dressed in mismatched but all-black attire, she recognized familiar faces. Some of them were even people she had known since she was a child, people who lived in the slums and were considered social outcasts. Nevertheless, at this point, they were diligently training with the focus and harmony of professional martial artists.
As their hands were concealed by gloves or black fabric, it was difficult to determine whether or not they were item holders at first glance. However, considering the techniques they were utilizing, it was hard to imagine them as ordinary slum dwellers.
