Epilogue
All employees and people associated with the Mount Fuji Association had met in the room, which to free space for thirty people had been enlarged by removing a plaster panel that functioned as one of its walls. There was no seating for everyone and the director Matsumoto himself stood by his own decision. Shinzo Watanabe was sitting in the front row, still convalescing from his injuries. The faces exhibited somber gestures for the assassinations of the instructor Yoshida and the man in charge of the surveillance in the ground floor and portraits of both had been placed in the long table placed in front of the screen in which soon it was going to project itself the image of their colleagues of Tokyo.