Barely a week had passed since Baines' recovery, two weeks since the 7th Division's last mission, a brutal ordeal that claimed nearly half its members, but now, he stood in the meeting room as new recruits from the Golden Knights and lower Red Sun divisions filled the vacant seats.
Baines wasn't aware because no one had challenged him, but then again, who was bold enough to challenge him? They remembered the power he displayed when he entered, and now he was stronger. Anyone on the same level was already in the upper divisions. At the moment, curious glances darted his way, questioning why a grandmaster lingered in a lower division.
It spelled non-ambition. Who wasn't aware of the treatment difference the higher one went, and once a soldier entered the 5th division, they automatically became priests for the sun god, meaning they would get divine power. Who didn't want that?
