🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- Go on, you bastard! - Genza encourages him. - Money isn't everything! Be yourself, as cliché as it sounds! They love those who know themselves! And those who have something to offer them! You can always mope at home with your lawful wife later. Ha-ha! - Gen doesn't hesitate to spend a couple of minutes and give the dejected townsman a few pats on the back.

- Godslayer Genza? Sounds good. Perfect for a legendary tale. - Girych accepts the outstretched hand and uses it to get up, spitting out blood in the process. - Well, brother, what can I say? We are men; we understand each other better through fists than words. So don't drag this out, decide where we're going, or else we might turn gray and won't be up for it anymore.

- Heh-heh, - Genza rubs his hands together with a sly smile. - Brrrrrr... Brother! Hugged and lifted, then f***ed! M...! - and immediately does as he said regarding Girych. - How I missed you, damn it! 57 against 56, damn it! - Genza comments on today's fight. - We'll make you a god, boss a**hole, uhhh... cough... boss... - he corrects himself in front of Bak Maruduk. - We're just... thinking about it.
He whispers to Girych:
- Listen... Here's what I think: wouldn't it be too crowded if we both became bosses? It would look bad taking one position. Especially considering these passionate guys. Imagine they give us a mission in another country – no one but us could properly complete it. But with us, there's full understanding, and if something comes up, we can resolve the issues. Besides, you've been abroad; you know how people think over there. This is a foolproof option.