"Director-General Uchiha has defected!"
"And he disappeared with Itachi from Akatsuki... Uchiha Itachi, rather!"
"The Sharingan, the Uchiha Clan... so that was the truth! We were all kept in the dark!"
As intelligence from the front reached the Prime Minister's Official Residence, the powerful political figures who stood above the masses turned deathly pale. Like ordinary citizens, they were terrified, helpless, and utterly at a loss, feeling as though the sky had fallen.
"Order! Order!"
The deputy prime minister barked several times, his face livid, barely managing to quiet the others, who were milling about like headless flies.
Then he looked around the conference room, searching for the prime minister to take charge-and take the blame.
That old bastard had better not try clutching his heart medication and pretending to faint again.
The balding prime minister sat hunched in his chair with his head drawn in, looking kindly and perfectly composed.
The deputy prime minister was delighted!
As expected of the Cabinet's backbone! Even at a time like this, the prime minister remained calm. What a commanding presence.
"Ma..."
"Prime Minister, what are your instructions?"
The deputy prime minister eagerly leaned his ear toward the prime minister's mouth, finally making out his murmurs:
"Malaysia... yes, Malaysia sounds nice."
Huh?
The deputy prime minister looked utterly bewildered.
"The seawater in Malaysia is so clear. Find a beautiful beach overlooking the ocean and build a little house. Slowly work through all those discs and books I bought but never got around to..."
Plans for a retiree's leisurely life spilled from the vacant-eyed prime minister's mouth.
"What are you talking about?! Pull yourself together! Please, pull yourself together!"
The deputy prime minister hurriedly shook the prime minister's shoulders, and the man promptly slumped limply in his chair, drooling as he gave an unintelligible,