The night was exceptionally serene in Mount Fuji, and as they stared across the landscape, the moonlit sky cast ever-changing shadows of the trees onto the surface of the road, accompanied by the sound of rustling leaves swaying in the wind.
A glaring light shone from a distance, and the growl of a high-capacity engine shattered the silence.
It was a military jeep, and upon closer inspection, they saw four people in the vehicle. The men in the driver's seat and front passenger seat had haughty looks on their faces and an icy edge to their gazes; everything about their posture suggested they were not people to be trifled with.
And seated in the back were two men dressed in suits. The one on the left wore a black suit. He had a cigar pinched between his lips and he looked to be in his late 40s with an imposing countenance. The man on the right wore a light blue suit with a tie and had a pair of glasses on. He looked about 30 and seemed like an assistant or a secretary.
