Recruiting

Walking back to his tabled frustrated, Isamu cursed to himself.

"Dammit!"

Sitting back to his table, he gave the wooden cups of liquor glances before drinking it on one go. Making his cheeks appear slightly red.

He was frustrated with his weakness for several reasons.

Be it for letting many of his comrades die or being unable to realize against the truly powerful.

He despised his own weakness.

Even if his strength level was considered amazing enough for those of the lower tiers.

From the side of the table, the others who saw the usually calm Isamu drinking the liquor as it was water, cast a worried look at him.