"What is the meaning of this?

Nipponese Underworld, Tokyo Bay.

Iwasaki Kyōya had already passed away, and at this moment, he was seated in Takeshigerō as a Yin spirit. Takeshigerō was the Mitsubishi Corporation's first restaurant, so Iwasaki Yatarō viewed it in very high regard, which was why it had been replicated in the underworld as well.

A stack of banknotes were placed on the table. Looking out from here, one had a clear view of the vast Tokyo Bay. At this moment, a series of fortress-like pavilions had risen up over the surface of the water, and standing in front of Iwasaki Kyōya was a man in an official's robe. The man was tapping the center of his own palm with his closed hand fan, looking on with an intrigued expression as Iwasaki Kyōya extended a respectful bow.

The man picked up his teacup before casually taking a sip. "As I'm sure you're already aware, the Cathayan Underworld launched a surprise attack on Nagasaki an hour ago, and at the moment, Sasebo and the islands of Ukushima, Nakadori, Fukae, and Hirado have all already fallen. Mistress Izanami has already issued an order to seal off all waterways and land routes, so you're putting me in a very difficult position here."

There was a fawning smile on Iwasaki Kyōya's wizened...