The guild

"Hans is dead. Something devoured him." A man sitting cross legged with a bamboo hat covering his head.

"Who could kill one of the Lieutenants? Was it a heavenly defiant monster?" A boy at most sixteen with the expression of someone ten times his age. 

"No, this was no monster. This was holy yet unholy at the same time. Gather the ten Lieutenants and fetch me one of the two generals, ether of them is fine "

"Who will be replacing Hans?"

"There's a boy in America, about your age. I think he will fit nicely around here."

"Would you like me to fetch this boy?" A sly eyed woman, whose face is comparable to a fox joined the conversation.

The boy bowed.

"If you see that as necessary then who am I to stop you. Mistress of the golden lake."

"You flatter me, as someone who killed a Heavenly defiant monster shouldn't you take more pride in yourself."

He tilted his already tilted hat.

"As you say my lady."

"Stop that creepy shit. Its true praise. The guild would be gone without you."

She walked away, not caring for a goodbye.

"Please respect the Lady, she deserves at least that as the guild master." 

"I agree, however she just isn't old enough. As the elder I think it is my responsibility to guide her, not bow down to her."

"Then what if something happens over there? After all, there is that Lion." 

"Lion, is all bark. Why do you think I felt safe sending Hans."

Jorge looked over to the man the woman just dragged in. His face looked familiar, but he couldn't say if that was because of his past life memories. Anyways it piqued his interest, so he healed taking the pain onto himself. And painful it was, Jorge couldn't even stop himself from riveting around on the floor. It felt like ice was melting and freezing just to start melting again in his skin. With each freeze the pain dug deeper, attacking his bones. His skull is rattled by countless curessions, thumping his ear drums. The pain is so furious it began to feel real. He felt like his body was truly on edge of death. That any moment he could be sent to the great beyond. But as soon the pain came it tuckered off.

Wolf sat up, no Wisp forced Wolf to sit up. His face is still as pale as a ghost. Slowly with the grace of a sloth Wolf scanned his surroundings. Most of the faces were people he had seen before, the guy he fought, some of the injured participated in the tournament. Others he didn't know, and he found himself stopping to look at them more than the others. A tall man with a handsome face excluding his pointy chin. A big dude whose resemblance to a gorilla is uncanny. A white eyed elderly woman, with knives in her hair. And a man of at most 24, a thick black beard covers his chin, from head to toe he wears a tacky golden suit plated over with black armor. His eyes are the color of the moon, and his hair matching that autistic flowed like water, resting like a boat on that water is a pair of sunglasses. The man's ears are pierced in six places, on his waist is one of the expensive mana guns.

Mana guns are expensive weapons normally used by the government, their power is worse than you would get with a mid grade bow artifact, or even a high end bow, and as the name implies it requires magic to use. The weapon is shunned because of most monster's high defense, making its attacks more effective against humans.