Shinkan Isshin, who has been wandering all day, is now walking towards the hotel along the street.
The night in Kyoto is very quiet.
So quiet that he could even hear his own footsteps clearly.
"Weak."
"Really weak."
Shinkan Isshin lowers his head, muttering to himself.
It seems like a sigh.
And a hint of resentment.
"Once upon a time, this place was thriving with martial arts, and everyone was like a dragon."
"But now."
"The top is weak."
"The bottom is weak."
"It's simply...unworthy of being an Upper Country."
The corners of Shinkan Isshin's mouth curve up slightly.
But his face appears somewhat troubled.
He is happy because the strength of this country now is much weaker than he had imagined.
This means that his plan to use the "Divine Object" to devour the Heavenly Human Descendants and thus strengthen his spiritual power may encounter less resistance than expected.