New Rakuya, Tiamut.
At the highest floor of a skyscraper that had the word "Government" engraved on its side, as if it was a reminder to all citizens.
A meeting was currently being held—a meeting to decide New Rakuya's representative for the upcoming Junior Martial Arts Championship.
It was a serious meeting, and the tournament was extremely important for the future of their country.
It was because the weakest countries would have a possibility to increase the tier of their country if they performed well.
While this tournament was only a small part of the overall process, it carried significant weight in determining the country's international reputation.
If their younger generation did well, it would speak well about the future of their country.
Bop~ Bop~ Bop~
The mayor of the city of Tiamut stretched the corner of his mouth, and when he let go of it, it made a loud popping noise that echoed through the room.
It looked like he was bored.
