"Why don't we arrange a place? If someone doesn't come back, the ones who survive will go to where he died in battle and place a bottle of wine?" a student from the Ghost Wind Clan quietly suggested at that moment.
"You and your crow's mouth."
"Smack your mouth."
As soon as he spoke, the student from the Ghost Wind Clan was surrounded on the ground by a group of robust men and beaten.
"Oh right, let's all stand together for a group photo." Family Shared Godfather suddenly suggested at that moment.
"What does group photo mean?"
"I can't be bothered explaining, just do as I say."
"You Player Clan always have more trouble, hurry and finish, I still need to prepare props."
The wind rose again, lifting the training ground's gravel and hitting the battle armor with a crackling sound.
A group of good brothers, according to Family Shared Godfather's request, moved towards the middle in tacit understanding, shoulder to shoulder.
