A rather polite servant would receive Nishida, leading him through labyrinthine corridors that were result of the shiro having been expanded time after time, some parts of the corridors running along what once had been the outer walls. Eventually they would arrive at nondescript green door, the servant knocking and pushing the door open, revealing a young-ish woman dressed in a kimono setting behind a rather fancy wooden desk. Mountains of papers covered the desk - and there was not a single computer in sight. Instead, several inspirational banners hung on the walls, reminding the reader of the virtues of expedience and frugality. An empty rice bowl sat by the papers, the chopsticks resting on the rim.
"Good morning, Yasuki-san. Please come in and have a seat. I hope you have had your rice today?" a warm voice belonging to the lord-quartermaster called out.