September was halfway over, and autumn was deepening, but the morning sunshine in Tokyo Metropolis remained bright.
Yet the Prime Minister's Official Residence in Chiyoda, and indeed this country itself, already had a new master.
"Your Majesty, this is the list of countries and diplomats who have answered your call and expressed their willingness to come to Tokyo for an audience. Please take a look."
The acting Prime Minister obsequiously presented the documents to Uchiha Senmon and spoke in humble, ingratiating tones.
"Not just the Five Great Nations, but all the major countries are coming. Truly, the whole world answers your call. Your Majesty, you..."
"I've already told you not to call me Your Majesty."
Uchiha Senmon frowned, giving the acting Prime Minister a stern look as he spoke flatly.
If I can't call you Your Majesty, am I supposed to call you Emperor?
The acting Prime Minister shrank back and smiled sheepishly, but that was what he thought.
After using the Sharingan to hold the lives of the Cabinet and most of Tokyo's powerful elite in his hands, effectively becoming Japan's ruler, Uchiha Senmon received endless pledges of allegiance, both openly and in secret. Quite a few people even urged him to take the throne.
Even if the Uchiha Clan descended from Lord Izanagi rather than Amaterasu Ōmikami, arguing the theological case would be child's play.
The Japanese also knew that no service surpassed helping a ruler rise to power or urging him to ascend the throne.
Since it was already too late to help him rise, they could hardly pass up the chance to urge him onto the throne.
The retired emperor and his son living in the Imperial Palace naturally made no statement, but they did find an excuse to tactfully relocate elsewhere.
Uchiha Senmon did not