Tip of the Iceberg

Hisao Oguchi froze for a moment.

Although in his previous life he had been Sega's president, in this life, under Nakayama Takuya, he had played more of the role of an executor and senior adviser.

Now that Nakayama Takuya was delegating authority so completely, he felt a heavy pressure settle on him, along with a sense of achievement that came from being trusted absolutely.

"I understand. However, the Sales Department seems to have quite a few complaints about the dual-track audit system you've been pushing lately," Hisao Oguchi reminded him tactfully. "Department Head Yoshimura has been grumbling a lot in izakayas recently, saying you look more like a tax-inspecting bureaucrat now than a general leading the charge to conquer the world."

"Let him talk." Nakayama Takuya put his glasses back on, his gaze falling on the street scene outside the window. "Conquering the world depends on the spear that thrusts at the enemy, but holding the world depends on a sturdy shield. Sega's plate is too big now—so big that if an ant hole appears inside, the entire great dike will collapse. Yoshimura and the others can only see the bonuses right in front of them. What I see is financial security five years from now, ten years from now."

He stood up, walked to Hisao Oguchi's side, and patted this capable subordinate on the shoulder.

"Game development and market expansion—I'll leave those to you. Internal governance and the restructuring of the power framework—I'll shoulder that. With a clear division of labor, this ship will sail steadily."

"As for this year's games, try to arrange for them all to be released before December. We still need to leave the Christmas and New Year period open," Nakayama Takuya added a suggestion. "The size of the game market this year is estimated