Rising Friction
"You're telling me five Martial Seniors have died just like that?"
"Yes...Master Haishi," Senior Zenshin bowed deeply.
"This is despite being provided with the necessary resources to maintain the Martial Heart continuously at all times within the forest?" She asked.
"…Yes," Senior Zenshin gritted his teeth.
Her mouth curled with contempt.
She wasn't even in the room physically, yet her merely projected image seemed to generate an avalanche of weight that wrung the very air he breathed.
"The height of incompetence," She declared. "The Carnil Mafia has no use for Martial Artists who are too weak to even survive."
Senior Zenshin was not pleased. As someone who was entrusted with the security of the Gereign base of the Carnil Mafia, these failures fell on his shoulders.