Time travel countdown, the tenth day.
Osaka City Hall, the meeting room on the top floor.
In the 400-square-meter meeting room with a long solid wood table, only six young people sat around it, five men and one woman.
Everyone wore formal attire in silence, except for a young man sitting cross-legged at the end of the table, eyes closed in meditation, dressed in an exquisite white Japanese hunting suit, with leggings and a tall hat.
This attire was the traditional uniform for priests and the samurai formal wear from the Jindai clan era.
This clothing might not stand out in the Jindai family of the Inner World, but here it seemed out of place.
A tall young man sat calmly at the head of the table, his bulging muscles making his black suit exceptionally tight.
He looked around slowly and said, "Jindai Yunyi has been confirmed dead, with only ten days left until the time travel. How should we explain this to Uncle Jindai Yasuhito?"
