"What kind of bet, Nobu-san?" she asked, her tone respectful despite her higher status.
Respect for the elders was deeply ingrained in their culture, a sign of their disciplined upbringing.
"Seki-sama, someone called Alfonso, an Ex-Platinum Mercenary, is fighting an unknown individual," Oda Nobu answered.
He wore a simple black jacket with a minimalist design, his appearance reflecting his straightforward nature.
They came from an island nation in the Far East, one of the few places that had not yet been conquered by the Demons.
The East was known for its tough and strong willed people who never gave up, even when things were really hard.
"Platinum? Is that rank renowned for their strength, Nobu-san?" she inquired, showing her unfamiliarity with Western rankings.
Having been sheltered in a temple, her exposure to common knowledge beyond spiritual teachings and martial arts was limited.
