131 Practice 1

Yoda coughed twice.

"I won't be able to make it. The injury on my shoulder would take a few months to heal."

"I have been remiss in my considerations," Crohn nodded to show that he understood.

Garen contemplated for a while.

"I need to recuperate too. I can't fight immediately. Even if I did, I would be no match for Duskdune Shura. Although I'm unwilling to admit it, Duskdune Shura's martial arts have reached a peak level."

The atmosphere in the room was temporarily subdued.

Crohn sighed. He gestured for the soldiers to open the doors. Several maids entered to serve breakfast: a type of pale blue baguette paired with some apple slices, large chunks of pineapple, and a cup of unknown red drink which was fizzing.

Everyone didn't speak much. They just silently started having breakfast. Only the sound of knives clashing with forks could be heard from time to time.