Edo, North Guard Station, the Magistrate's office—
"Come, come, Tojo, try this Nagasaki cake my friend sent me yesterday."
Hosoi pushed his beloved Nagasaki cake in front of Tojo.
"Oh, oh, it smells quite nice."
In the office, Town Magistrate: Hosoi and Fixed Town Patrol "Tojo Group" Yoriki: Tojo, sat across the table from each other.
Hosoi and Tojo have always been on good terms personally; in his leisure time, Hosoi often invited Tojo over to share some snacks and chat a while.
"The world has become increasingly unstable lately." Hosoi sighed while filling Tojo's cup with tea, "I really miss the peaceful days before the barbarians knocked on our gates..."
No matter how times change, whether young or old, when men gather, they love to talk about three topics—military matters, politics, and women.
Tojo, with his mouth full of Nagasaki cake, nodded and muttered, "Yes, indeed. With the chaos everywhere, who knows when stability will return."
