Wondering what the old boss was up to back then, the master strains to piece together obfuscated text. "Minister of Finance" reveals itself. Clearly a man of prestige. Even upside down and standing on his head, a Minister is a Minister. Off to the left is the same Minister of Finance, this time reposing sideways. Of course. After very much time on one's head, rest is in order. Below, in wooden typset print, are the words "You all ..." What follows, unfortunately, cannot be seen. On the next line down, "without delay," is printed. This too is regrettably in isolation, with what follows obscured. If the master were an investigator with the Metropolitan Police, he would no doubt peel back the outer layer of paper, despite the cabinet owners objections. Investigators, who are seldom learned men, are known to do anything and everything to get their hands on facts. This can lead to bad outcomes, with one wishing they were better versed in discretion. Facts alone, without discretion, are a dangerous thing. From what I hear, they're known to ensnare good citizens, catching them up in a web of iniquity. Given that these investigators are agents of the citizenry, it's utter insanity that a good citizen should be dragged into the mire at the hands of these same agents. Shifting his gaze toward the center, the master next catches sight of Ōita Prefecture tumbling through space. If Itō Hirobumi is standing on his head, then it's only natural that Ōita Prefecture be tumbling through space. Having thus scrutinized these scraps of old paper, the master balls up both fists and thrusts them skyward in preparation for a yawn.