The day is still young, too early for dreams just yet.
From atop the high platform, Sakata Yokio's wife had evidently overheard the conversation between the Golden Armored War God and the Hot-Blooded Butcher. Smiling, she said, "The Butcher isn't dreaming. If you guys fancy this place, I can arrange for someone to build one for you too."
He remained seated on the dragon chair.
Below the nine-tiered platform stood a row of people dressed in black.
Light grey suits, black leather shoes, and white shirts; standard attire for the Gray organization.
Civilization isn't just for salespeople, keeping up with trends means not being left behind by the times.
The Hot-Blooded Butcher finally shifted his attention away from the platform above, took a glance at Sakata Yokio's guards, and shook his head, "Many things can seem beautiful."
Sakata Yokio merely responded with an "Oh."