Josen clapped his hands together, and the several-thousand-meter-tall Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands formed a Buddhist mudra. Its kindly lips curved slightly upward as it began shrinking at tremendous speed.
Its magnificent, enormous body sank into the earth and disappeared.
With that done, Josen floated in midair, wreathed in a golden aura, and stretched lazily.
Looking back, he saw a faint fish-belly white just appearing in the east.
Dawn was approaching.
D City, Royal Manor Hotel.
With a grave expression, the plump, mustached manager summoned a young waiter and told him to hurry off to their regular suppliers of premium ingredients to restock.
"But, Manager..." Looking utterly bewildered, the young waiter asked, "Didn't we just restock yesterday? Besides, you taught me that the finest ingredients are often the hardest to store, and that those of us in this business must understand our sales capacity well enough to keep serving our guests the freshest premium ingredients..."
The manager's mustache practically trembled as he listened. He smacked the young man on the head with a slap and snapped, "At a time like this, you're still blathering on about what you learned in class? Today's guests are all heavyweights, each with a bigger appetite than the last... Didn't I also teach you to combine theory with practice and analyze each specific situation?!"
Pouting and cringing, the young waiter fell completely silent under the slap that had nearly given him a concussion. "Oh, oh, okay, I understand..."
"Get moving! Go!"
The little incident in the corridor did nothing to affect the celebratory dinner's atmosphere. The main contingent of Heroes occupied the hotel's largest banquet hall, while the S-Class joined the Hot Pot Group's gathering.
Among them, "Pig God" was simply too massive to fit at their table, so he had specifically asked