"Do you guys think that guy is crazy or did I hear wrong?" A middle-aged man sitting in the bar with a small national flag tucked into the back of his neck put down his glass in shock: "Even a Mecha Commander doesn't qualify, could it be that our Federation has produced a War God?"
No one paid him any attention. The hundred or so patrons in the bar, along with the bartender and servers, all stiffened their necks and stared wide-eyed at the light screen TV on the wall with bewilderment.
A drunken man who had been sprawled on the table for a long time suddenly raised his body and shouted incoherently, "Uh... impossible..." No one could hear what the drunkard said after that. He only shouted that nonsensical line before he fell headfirst onto the table again, snoring thunderously moments later.
The bar was quiet.
The square and the streets were also quiet.
