Milton Cheney was lost in thought.
He was one hundred percent certain that the potential of a fighter's path is far more than what was currently known.
He had learned about this world's history long ago, initially assuming the records were exaggerated.
But now that he had become a fighter and traveled a distance down this path, he realized that the powerful individuals recorded in history were indeed utilizing the fighting technique.
Fairy tales never mentioned these Immortal Beings engaging in hand-to-hand combat.
After settling his contemplations, Milton tidied up his desk and left his office.
His office was considerably distant from the majority of the Fourth Bureau's working space.
Upon reaching the office area, everyone at work respectfully greeted him, "Director."
"Samuel, come over."
Samuel, who was arranging a wanted list, quickly put down what he was working on to approach Milton.
"Boss, what's up?"
"How is the Black Raven Squad doing?"
