Nakayama Hayao paused, his smile vanishing completely as his tone turned graver than ever before.
"Anyway, I'm ready to hand over the president's seat for good. From now on, Sega's burden will rest entirely on Takuya."
The moment those words came out, Nakagawa Jun's hand froze in midair as he served the tea. Several drops of scalding tea spilled onto the back of his hand, yet he did not notice at all.
"So soon?!" Nakagawa Jun looked utterly stunned. He set his teacup heavily back onto the table. "I remember Sega only just completed a sweeping round of internal reforms last year. Departmental restructuring, personnel transfers—it caused quite a stir. This is precisely when you, the old commander, are needed to hold the fort and steady everyone's hearts! Isn't handing over the reins now too hasty? Can you keep the board under control?"
Nakayama Takuya picked up a spotless white cloth and gently wiped away a drop of tea that had splashed onto the table, his movements unhurried.
"The internal reforms have all been wrapped up." Nakayama Takuya set the cloth aside and said confidently, "The newly promoted management has fully adapted to the current pace, and the business lines have been straightened out. We have been preparing for the handover in secret all along. The transfer of authority across every department has been exceptionally smooth, without a single discordant note. As for when we officially announce it to the public, that depends entirely on Father. On my end, I can step in at any time."
After hearing this, Nakagawa Jun quietly sucked in a cold breath.
For a behemoth like Sega, with a market value in the hundreds of billions, a transfer of power had always come accompanied by bloodshed, storms, and brutal factional struggles.
Yet the Nakayama father