POV: Bash
Location: Southern Empire
Suddenly, I stood up and banged my hands on the table as hard as I could, making it to create a ringing sound throughout the tiny hall.
Everybody's attention turned towards me, with Donald looking at me through the corners of his eyes.
"I will take on the job," I lifted my sword handle to show them the five intersections of threads going around it.
"A Gozaimon hah," Donald hissed to himself, backing away from the blonde lady.
His axe handle has seven intersections on it, making it clear that I am two ranks above him.
The sound of people grinding their teeth and hissing at me filled the tiny hall.
The blonde lady walked pass three tables to me, she stood with her hair dangling behind her, "I am Delta, look forward to working with you," she said, her face containing a soft smile directed at me.
Without saying a word, I grabbed her right hand and pulled her close to my face. "Let's get out of here before the temperature gets even worse."