Yasuda Masao was eighty-one years old.
He had taken over the reins of power from his father at the age of twenty-six and had been in politics for many years. It couldn't be said that he dominated it single-handedly.
However, he was undeniably a major figure in Japan's political arena, one who could command the wind and summon the rain. The only people in the country who could make him lose face were a few top-tier leaders and financial conglomerates.
Their status in both political and business circles was second to none.
Yasuda Masao had no complaints about those individuals.
That was the nature of politics: those with higher status and greater power spoke with words that carried more weight.
Yasuda Masao had grown accustomed to this rule, so he bore no grudge against those who caused him setbacks.
At most, when angered, he would curse a few times in private to vent, seldom considering taking action.
But Dio? What was he?
