Yukimura-sama. Manabu.

I want to speak with you. Personally. Perhaps over Sake, in a private setting.

We've business to discuss. It is best that we do so in a friendly, close, quiet environment.

I consider you a partner in service to Kusari and a friend. You are a man of conviction to his nation and that is what Kusari needs.

We must however, remember that business is business. This meeting must be scheduled soon and discreetly. No media or witnesses.

I hope to see you soon.

You are so quick to forget? Perhaps all of this political chaos left your memory rusty of schoolyard friends.

I said in theater class I would become a Puppet Master one day. And low and behold, such is the case.

It has been well over thirty years since we last spoke, Manabu-sama. You may not remember me, but I certainly remember you. Within the Kempeitai, I have no name. Not anymore.

Just remember that funny foreign transfer student you used to elaborate your crazy schemes to.

I would not wish to interrupt your busy schedule with a rude intrusion.

I need to know what time we should meet. I think you are already profusely aware of what the Kempeitai is capable of, for the true good of Kusari.

But you will need to help us, help you. I will explain in person.