Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?

The elders of Maguria.

"You called for a sudden meeting."

One of the many elders threw the words at Azuga. Azuga as usual didn't look a little bothered, let alone let that get to him at all.

"You do know that we do not just seat around. We all have something doing. We want to believe that you have made this calling because of something with great relevance."

The man kept pushing as though he had been seeking for a medium to take out his rage on the fellow.

"Why don't we just listen to what he's got to say?"

Another of the elders countered the man who had a tough and stern face. Azuga allowed himself to be distracted for a while as he took a quick glance at the man who had tried to speak up for him.

"After all, there is not much to be worried about. All we have to do was a conference with the neighboring winds and we'll be off the sight. Sincerely I have no idea what this fuss is all about."

The fellow who had taken the stance seemed to be more talkative than the first elder. Azuga didn't dare interrupt.