“Good evening Mr. X, it is good to see you again. But I have to say, you have not aged at all since the day I met you. What do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” Emperor Meiji sits at a table drinking tea with an elaborate meal laid out in front of him.
“You remember that you owe me a favor for giving your predecessor small pox, just so you could take over and start modernizing Japan. I am here to collect on that favor, just need you to join in my war,” the man walks around the room with confidence smoking his cigar.
“I cannot help you just yet, we are not ready to do anything that massive. Please, give us some time to prepare, we will be ready in about ten years or so,” he tries to speak as respectful as he can.
“That’s just too bad, I had hoped you would just go along with everythi
