At the headquarters of the Wind Faction, the top floor of that hundred-meter-tall building was a singular open-plan space of several thousand square meters, transformed into a sky garden complete with mountains, water features, and trees, resembling a secluded paradise.
Under a cherry blossom tree sat a tea table with four men around it, legs crossed. These men ranged in age, from a young fellow in his twenties to an old man in his eighties. In Shui Country, a nation where age, class, and rank are strictly observed, it was exceedingly rare for such disparate individuals to be seated together as equals.
Among the four, the host and spokesperson for the Wind Faction, Ichi Wind, clapped his hands. In response, several beautiful young women dressed in kimonos approached to pour tea for the men before retreating to the side to wait upon them.
