Konnichiwa.
Although I can tell you are a member of our illustrious Kempeitai organisation by your communication footprint, I am unsure of your name.
You must forgive me as I am not used to cloak and dagger type settings and believe one should always know to whom he is speaking.
If you would be so kind as to introduce yourself, I am sure I can accommodate your request for a meeting and talk through any issue you may have with our beloved nation.
I have an estate on the outskirts of Shizoku Prefecture on New Tokyo, I am sure you would find this amicable as a secure and safe place for such a meeting.
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.
It seems we have both done well for ourselves and we both live to serve.
As I stated earlier, my home would befit this conversation you feel we should have.
You will find my address easy enough and I shall be waiting for you.
I do hope that what you bring forward has the potential to help Kusari in this difficult time.