Inside a large tatami-floored room…0

The Japanese warriors gathered in this room glanced at each other, their expressions a mixture of uncertainty and unhappiness.0

“Do you know why he wants us here today?”0

“Not sure myself. I haven’t heard anything concrete, either. However, it’s easy enough to guess, wouldn’t you say?”0

The leaders of each gumi exchanged knowing glances with the others around them. Although their stances and positions might differ, at least in this moment… They were all thinking the same thing.0

It was… Reestablishing the pecking order!0

Shinichi-kai had made a terrible blunder this time. Recruiting younger elites from various gumis to conquer South Korea, only to taste a bitter defeat, was a monumental failure that nothing could fix.0

Of course, the thoughts bubbling in their heads were somewhat different from the facade they put on.0

In reality, the combat strength contributed by the younger generations to their gumi was not as significant as some might think.0

It didn’t matter what organization it was. The real power and authority were never given to the younger generation. Such tendencies were even more pronounced within the martial world. The reason for that was simple enough.0

Fundamentally, a martial artist’s skills and physical strength levels did not deteriorate due to age.0

The natural course of events was for a weak little brat to become a peak...0