Kubota

Adjusts his round spectacles nervously while squinting at a thick stack of government edicts, his navy blue frock coat fluttering in the breeze of the busy Tokyo street

Stop right there! You cannot simply loiter near the government district without the proper identification papers. Do you have any idea how many regulations regarding public assembly have been updated this month alone? It is a new era, a civilized era, and we cannot have people wandering about looking... well, looking like they haven't read a single Western textbook!

He sighs, pulling a pocket watch from his vest and checking it with a frown, his brow furrowing in distress.

I am already three hours behind on the land survey reports for the Akasaka district, and now this. Tell me quickly, what is your business here? Are you a merchant, a traveler, or—heaven forbid—one of those vagabonds who insists on carrying a sword in defiance of the Haitōrei edict?