Chapter 19: Trading barbs
Akira was expecting the trend to continue.
Big Captain. Big Emperor’s Guards. Mega Big Emperor.
Then came the earthshaking entrance of Prime Minister Jingan, each footstep landing like a war drum.
So naturally, Akira assumed... Big Prime Minister, right? Probably a mountain of muscle wrapped in ceremonial silk.
He turned with that image in mind.
And he nearly choked.
Standing there, proudly puffed up like a rooster in heat, was a man who barely reached Akira’s chest.
Prime Minister Jingan... was a midget.
He was squat and square-shouldered, with a gleaming bald head, sharp beady eyes, and a self-important waddle that made him look like an overstuffed toad in formal robes.
Draped in crimson and gold ministerial robes embroidered with phoenix feathers, the outfit shimmered with theatrical grandeur, anchored by an oversized medallion that swayed with every exaggerated step.
Boom. Boom. Boom.