"Prince Fumihito of Akishino's whereabouts are..."
"That concludes my report on the situation at Mount Fuji!"
Inside a tent beside Lake Motosu, Uchiha Senmon spoke fluently before the camera to the dignitaries in Tokyo, giving a concise account of everything that had happened on Mount Fuji.
"Was that heavenly beauty Princess Kaguya? Her beauty certainly lived up to the legends."
"Is this really the time to discuss that? The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter never said Princess Kaguya was such a deranged lunatic!"
"Even Abe no Seimei... And that ancient city that appeared so fleetingly. It all feels so unreal and dreamlike, as though we're witnessing myths and legends."
Someone sighed, and the others could not help looking similarly unsettled.
Everyone attending was a powerful figure whose slightest move could shake an entire region, and their average age exceeded fifty. Over decades of life, they had weathered countless storms, yet every glimpse of the tip of the supernatural iceberg still shocked them to their cores.
"Our satellites and helicopters captured plenty of valuable images of Princess Kaguya's palace. I've already assembled historians and master architects. Hopefully, they can find some useful clues."
"The fragments of those shattered Puppets have also been collected. It would be ideal if we could decipher their supernatural technology."
"The Fourth Investigation Division truly is full of talent. Superintendent Uchiha, you certainly deserve the Superintendent General's high praise as one of our finest. Successfully rescuing His Highness was a tremendous achievement."
Uchiha Senmon showed little delight. Instead, a faint gloom lingered between his brows.
"You dignitaries are being far too optimistic. Isn't it a little early to celebrate?"
Just then, a chuckle sounded. Uchiha Senmon glanced sideways and said flatly:
"Mr. Kabuto Yakushi, it isn't your turn to speak yet."
Inside the tent, Kabuto Yakushi sat