C164 Black Fist Conference

In the's Black Fist Tournament arena, in the meeting room on the second floor, four men and one woman sat around the long, obsidian looking conference table.

The one sitting at the head seat was a middle-aged man. He wore a black training uniform. He had sharp eyebrows, a broad forehead, and a pair of bright eyes.

"Oh? My dear Guild Master, I say, I was having a good time on the beach in Hawaii