🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- Hello, - Gen reflexively shook his head from the impact of the improvised projectile, and the question ran through his mind - was this event with the shirt an elaborate staged performance, or did it happen by chance?
However, without dwelling on this thought, he glanced at those present - he probably wouldn't be able to tell how much their clothing corresponded to foreign standards, but he noted to himself that he had probably seen such unusual blades for their latitudes or longitudes a couple of times before.
Sitting on their knees, as if they had been brought to the executioner, was more uncomfortable than the stares of the thugs, but he made every effort to maintain his posture.

- W... What's going on? - Girra asked in a whisper, just coming to his senses.

- We were brought here, - he replied in the same whisper, experiencing a certain degree of internal tension, which was not typical for him, and waiting for further developments.