Meanwhile, at the Miyamoto Guild headquarters...
Miyamoto Ichiro kept smashing things in his fury, while the other senior members of the Miyamoto Guild hardly dared to breathe.
Only after a long while did Miyamoto Ichiro stop and ask, "Have you found the first person who stirred things up?"
"Yes. Someone from the Kawasaki Guild," Miyamoto Taketoku said.
"Hmph, I knew the Kawasaki Guild was behind this. Once this blows over, launch a guild challenge. I want the Kawasaki Guild gone from the game," Miyamoto Ichiro roared.
"Understood. But Mr. Miyamoto, what should we do now? Almost every player in Japan is pointing the finger at us. If we keep doing nothing..."
"Hmph, whoever wants to go can go. No one from our guild is allowed to," Miyamoto Ichiro snorted.
"But... Mr. Miyamoto, that could make our guild the enemy of all Japan. Could we really not kill Dustseal even with the entire guild attacking together?" Miyamoto Taketoku asked incredulously.
"We're not even in the same fucking league! Kill him, my ass! Have you ever seen damage over a million?" Miyamoto Ichiro snapped.
"But... he's only one person, after all. With so many of us, surely we could wear him down."
"Weren't there enough people on the Ueno Plains just now?" Miyamoto Ichiro looked at Miyamoto Taketoku as though he were an idiot. When had this brat gotten his brains kicked out by a donkey?
"That's different. Those people were too scattered, with no organization or coordination. An organized force would be completely different. Besides, we have guild skills. We might stand a chance." Miyamoto Taketoku seemed rather stubborn.
"I said you're not allowed to go, and that's final!" Miyamoto Ichiro snapped. Never mind whether they could win-even if they could, so what? Were they supposed to pay a massive price