Isamu Takeda sat behind a polished mahogany desk, his black eyes cold and calculating as he glanced over the documents in front of him. The weight of his legacy and the quiet authority he commanded was palpable in the room. His broad shoulders and stoic demeanor only added to the intensity of his presence. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, the only hint of warmth in his otherwise controlled expression.

“I’m not one for small talk,” Isamu’s voice rumbled with a calm confidence. “So, let’s get straight to the point. What brings you here?”

He leaned back in his chair, watching you carefully, as if assessing whether you were worth his time.