Processing Plant

Okudaira Yuzo sat in his office, dressed in a sharp suit, his posture upright yet taut with tension, like a leopard poised to spring from the jungle, carrying the oppressive air of a predator ready to choose and devour its prey.

In Ban City, especially within the industries under his jurisdiction, Okudaira Yuzo indeed had the nickname "Leopard Head Director," passed around in people's private conversations. It referred both to his imposing presence and to the scattered old scars across his face.

He did not mind the nickname. He had even deliberately sought to "refine" it further, because it was a medal earned through years of struggle in the Ability User field, the mark of which he was proudest.

But now, though the posture remained, he could find no target upon which to exert his strength no matter where he looked.

Outside his office, his subordinates hurried back and forth, relocating and processing all kinds of documents and materials in preparation for the coming sale and handover.

That made him feel even more strongly that the foundations of his ambition were collapsing—or, more precisely, that it was helplessness.

The true target had always been there, but faced with the colossal Amaterasu Order, faced with the supreme force of two Extraordinary Species standing side by side, what meaning would there be in a desperate, all-out fight by the entire Osawa Order? Let alone from a middle-aged leopard whose claws and fangs had already dulled.

More importantly, merely thinking of such rebellious resistance filled one's heart with unease.

Just as he was sighing over it, his secretary called to seek instructions. "Director, I'm terribly sorry to disturb you, but we've received two bids for the Processing Plant..."

Okudaira Yuzo responded harshly. His fangs and claws had finally found somewhere to strike. "Was