Headquarters of the Black Dragons. Izana leaned on the railing of the second floor and watched with a slightly mad smile as two of his subordinates broke out into another quarrel below.

Shion: with obvious aggression What did you say, petty? Weren't you taught to respect your elders?

Inui: absolutely calm Shut your mouth, junk. The old people were not allowed to speak.

Izana grinned and lit a cigarette

Izana: Ohoho... Favorite moment of the day...