The old man gave out a smile at the small complaint of Haruna, as if it had heard her summons, the representative of the one of the remaining groups arrived just a few moments later.
"Ah, speaking of the devil. Welcome Takeda-san. I believe you were the last ones of the major syndicates. I think tha-...."
The Fisherman is interrupted by the opening of the doors of an adjacent chamber, and the entrance of a smaller group. At the head of this group is a man with a strong build in a business suit, and a serious expression.
With a deep bow to all present, Tokiomi Katagawa, one of the handlers of the Hogosha Association organization structure presented to the assembly of people.
"On behalf of the Association, I bid you welcome to the meeting, and convey my gratitude on coming in the midst of your busy schedules.
I, Tokiomi Katagawa will be you mediating the procedures. I bid for everyone to take their seats."
As everyone took their space, Katagawa began talking again.
"Now, before we delve into the main points of the meeting, I ask if anyone wishes to add additional topics for our meeting that haven't been presented already."
He receives a list from one of his staff, and begins to read it. Meanwhile, several Associates and minor syndicate observers took their seats on the edges of the room, eager to hear what new decisions would come out of the Hogosha Association heads.
"Dewa, the points presented for today's meeting are: Current review of the Association, Syndicate operations partition and mediation, the Association financial situation, policy for Kusari business, and deliberating guidelines for operations abroad.
Should any of those present wishes to add an issue for discussion, please do so now."
Katagawa waits for the interventions of the Associates before proceeding.
During that period, Hebishima returns to the Fisherman side, bringing a case with the optronic drives that the old man was waiting. The Fisherman receives them, and dismisses him back to his place, examining the contents. Hebishima retreats to the corner where the men of the Takarabune were seated, finding his colleague Hiraku Shimoe already with a bored look, with an expression begging "let me go home now" written all over his face.
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