Eijin sets on his tatami and strokes his hoary beard, furrowing harshly and closing his both blackish eyes softly. The ancient Elder slouches his old back forth and coughs out.

"The Council of Time is at the peak of its activity because of sudden increase the Power Surge users' number lately. This is not good, we are not young lads anymore, so the new generation of the Ten must be raised before we all retire."